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A Change of LIfe, Part 9 by LaShaunda... "Uh, what do you mean, we are just getting started," tittered Tanisha nervously as she adjusted her Kotex pad yet again. "I mean we are just getting started, and we have SOOO much more to do before you girls are ready to go off to summer camp. Also, don't worry about the maxi-pad, you will get to wear it soon enough." "Why do we need more training?" whined Tanisha. "Because I said so," said James, "You girls have gotten by so far on a wing and a prayer, but you three have the potential to be truly AMAZING women, and I am going to bring it out in you.... Also, young lady, I don't like the tone of your complaints, so unless you want me to give you a smack across your backside, you better shush and do what I say. You are not that old yet." "Yes sir." "Now," said James, "besides your periods, it is also high-time that you ladies get started on regular female hormones, and estrogen." James procured a bottle of white pills, and 3 cans of grape soda. "Just one pill each day ladies," said James, and he had us swallow the pills in front of him. "I have slipped you three hormones now and then when I had the chance," said James. "I am sorry I didn't tell you, but I wanted to get you started so you would adapt better if/when you wanted to move in." "Seriously," groaned Tanisha, obviously in disgust as she got her tablet down. "Yes," said James. "You three may have already noticed some 'changes.' Well, these hormones are going to work wonders to smooth out your rough patches and really accelerate your female development." "But why do we need all these hormones?" Tanisha whined. "Well, for one," said James, "they will raise your voices permanently to a much higher pitch, so you will effortlessly sound extremely female. Despite your vocal spray, you certainly can't go running around with a chance for your voice to 'crack.' Also, these hormones will help you get those big fat deposits on your hips and butt, and help you really "round" out with more curves and bigger breasts.... Black women are big and have prodigious, 'child bearing' curves... And I KNOW you three want to look good for your boyfriends." Tanisha blushed. James continued, "Most importantly, the hormones will break down what is really left of your chisled masculine features. You will get that smooth jawline, smoother skin, reduced muscular definition... Basically every minor feminizing effect of hormones.... By the time they work their magic, you three will be so pretty!!! Also, I will be checking regularly to make sure that you girls are growing large breasts this summer." "Let me ask something serious," I interrupted. "With female hormones, will we still have, um, our, you know, libido?.... or will we stop making the necessary testosterone for this to happen?" "Good question," said James. "I am giving you girls only estrogen, which should be enough to get your desired girlie development this summer. As I am giving you more estrogen, your body will produce more testosterone to make up the balance. With this, you ladies will quite honestly probably be feeling very aroused all the time, for no reason. It is just a part of becoming a woman for you now. Obviously, you can still "relieve yourselves" through your fake vaginas, or take them off and relieve yourselves directly." All of this talk seemed to go a bit over Ashanti's head, but Tanisha turned to me and said, "Momma, can you PLEASE come to the bathroom with me and help me fix my kotex pad..." I figured it was a clue that maybe she wanted to talk in private... "We'll be right back," I told James as we scurried off to the Ladies' room. We closed the bathroom door.... "DAD," Tanisha whispered quietly. "What the hell is all this? This is crazy, and so much more than I bargained for. Look at us, he is making us wear tampons and turning us into full- time women. She began to cry. I looked at her sobbing black-Nubian face and felt extremely bad for her. She was weeping a bit, clearly underestimating what she had gotten herself into." "Listen son, it's all reversable," I consoled him. I hugged him. "You don't really have a problem with your kotex, do you?" "No dad," she sobbed. "This feels so... unescapable now," he said. "Look, my black skin doesn't even rub off, no matter how much water I pour on it, or try and scrape it away." "Leave your new coloring alone," I said, "It is a part of you now." He sobbed in frustration. "Oh, I know, I know... believe me, if there was any other way." " I DON'T want to be a real woman... And who knows what else he has in store for us. He says we are just getting started." "You know something, I'm a bit scared too," I told him.... "But we'll go back to being men, and laugh about this when this is all over..." "I know dad, but I'm developing.... BOOBS." "Are you girls almost done," yelled James. "Come on back... the girls have to get changed and practice ballet.... We headed back to the kitchen, and James was waiting for us... "Well, well, well, LADIES...." said James... "While you were in the bathroom, I see that you two already broke a main rule I laid down... You two addressed yourselves as your old male names, directly against my instruction. Don't think I didn't hear!!!" "We be sorry, we be sorry," we tittered. "Enough," said James.... "You two had better forget about being males for your time here. You two may have thought that you'd just move in and cruise under the radar; appearing as women but acting like men in private. I am going to tell you know that that is NOT going to happen. You three will completely live the lives of females... and I am always listening and watching. You two will be Tanisha and LaShaunda, full time...." "Please..." "No explaining... I have been WAYYY to lenient with you so far," said James... "Your old male ways must be completely broken down and eradicated this summer. As punishment, you two will spend the evening completely dressed in your slutty French-Maid uniforms with short skirts and white pantyhose, cleaning and dusting the house. This house will be so spotless that I will be able to do the white-glove test effortlessly." "Dat's not fair," whined Tanisha... "My house, my rules," said James. "You three agreed to that." "He's right," I said, "James is the man of the house." "Now," said James, "Off to your rooms to get changed into your maid uniforms. Keep your kotex on too, obviously.... Since Ashanti has been good, she is released for the rest of the night to do whatever she wants, within the rules. However, you must report back here at 8AM tomorrow morning for more training and orders of the day." Tanisha and I slunk off..... ----- My dejected older son and I dragged ourselves up to Tanisha's room. "Here mom, he said, take my white tights..." "Oh yeah, and white fluffy petticoats too, underneath your maid's dresses," instructed James. My son and I rolled down our old hosiery, and then pulled on our white tights up over our kotex and white panties. Next, we pulled out two black maids' dresses from our closets that looked like they came right from a sex-shop. The dresses had very short black skirts, attached white aprons and ruffles, and short black-sleeves. Feather-dusters and tiny maid's caps came in small bags pinned to the dresses. We both groaned as we got the tiny onesies on. "Jeez mom," said Tanisha, "this sucks..." "I know, I know..." "I feel so humiliated," said Tanisha as she got the dress up over her bra. "Here, let me help you fasten the dress in the back." I zipped the garment up, comfortably securing my daughter and trapping her in a lacey prison of femininity. I imagined what she might be thinking, wearing whtie tights that were both itchy and coldly comfortable at the same time. I actually wondered what this new black girl may be thinking about right at this moment..... Probably she was nervous about this crazy new house and what other "curveballs" may be thrown her way. "Touch up your makeup before you come down too," ordered James. My daughter and I next grabbed our fluffy white petticoats, and we stepped into them and pulled them up our white tights and to our waists We made sure our petticoats were straight, and then pulled our black skirts down over them. They were very lacey and billowy, and they felt cooly comfortable on our crotches. It was obvious why James wanted us to don the petticoats with our French Maid punishment outfits. For one, the petticoats were very girlish and stuck straight outward, almost like a tutu. They made the skirts of our maids-dresses even shorter, to where you could see ALL of our tights virtually right up to the crotch-line of our vaginas. It was very humiliating and all of our curvy legs were visible. Another benefit of the petticoats was that when we bent over to do any sort of task, we would be giving ample glimpses of our cute white panties that we wore underneath. Looking in the mirror, we also noticed that the black skin of our legs showed easily through the material of the white tights... revealing yet more of our new ethnicity. I then affixed the cute little white maid's cap to my son's "do." He almost looked like a very young stripper... (somewhat to my chagrin). We then fixed up our makeup. dolling ourselves up like two black BFFs. We looked in the mirror as we did our lipstick, just seeing two ebony ladies glaring back at us. What had we gotten ourselves into!! There was nowhere to run. It was still startling to look in the mirror and see a black female-hussy in place of your familiar white male self, and still think, "Yep, this is me." Even if we did run, where could we go before James caught up with us and tackled us??? Also, we now had no means of getting our fake ebony makeovers off. Even if we had walked into a Police Station and whimpered to them, they would not have believed us, or worse, just laughed us out as being total sissies. James shattered the silence and yelled, "Don't take all day girls." We slipped on our black high-heels and minced down. "Ahh, very nice, very nice, just perfect," said James as he eyeballed us over. "Here, take your feather dusters and cleaning products and get to it." I mounted James's sofa and began dusting a picture frame that hung a picture of a large African lion. Fortunately, James's house was already impeccable, so there was not much actual cleaning for us to be done, but he wanted us to "go through the motions." Tanisha began dusting a bookshelf. As I began polishing the plastic frame, James came up from behind me with a beer in one hand. He had also changed into just a pair of blue nylon trackpants, and a white tee-shirt... He began ogling me over and saying, "Dayum gurl, us be so fine.... Why don' you come back wif me later and we can get it on!!!" HIs eyeballs were burning holes in my bottom. Next, James began taking his hand and flippantly playing with the skirt of my maid's dress as I was cleaning. He took the skirt and would periodically flip it all the way up, so he could examine my panties and my tights. He took his large black hand and fluffed my petticoat, laughing at my sissy predicament. He was having much fun playing wiht my undergarments and running his hand deftly and skillfully around my tights and panties. In this "foreplay," he was even sighting his hand right where my vagina was sited. He was going nuts, using both hands to manipulate my skirt and completely make me feel like a helpless little stripper on a house-call, just on his whim. Tanisha could not help but just look over her shoulder and see her father being emasculated and toyed with in such a way. It must have been heartbreaking to watch her father totally at the mercy of this lecherous black man, who was completely having his way with her. "At least he wasn't going to Tanisha and doing this," I thought... "He can do me all he likes." I felt myself getting aroused though from this sudden attention. I felt though, like it was a part of training, or an effort to completely break our male pride in order for us to become submissive females. James, however, soon got bored with me, and he walked over to a shocked Tanisha nad began playing with her skirt too. He only flipped up her skirt and played with her tights and petticoats for a few minutes, however.... I assume this was just to let her know "Who da boss." James returned and began lavishing his attentions again on me, but getting much more frisky. This time, as I cleaned a side-table, James came up behind me and held onto me with his big arms. I did not dare fight or protest, as he was so much more powerful than I. As I cleaned, he began feeling my tights up and down, and then he began to press his groin against my hips... Much to my shock, I felt his powerful male member begin to grow, poking itself against my thigh and butt. Tanisha turned around to watch in horror. I think had my daughter not been there, James would have dry- humped me right there on the spot. I began to think that he wasn't even trying to humiliate me anymore, but he was just aroused. The more I tried to squirm a bit and pull away, the more engorged and excited he got. "Dayum gurl, us be so fine, us be so fine.... What a woman did I make," he sighed. "Oh James," I said... I was feeling a bit "overheated" too.... James was getting me thoroughly worked up. He grinded on me for what felt like 30 minutes, completely feeling up every inch of my ebony body. However, as I felt him begin to get very turgid, he suddenly pulled away and broke contact..... "Ok gurl, dat be enough for mes right now," he said.... "But I'll be waitin fo you later...." "Oh my," I said.... "You be mo' then welcome to sleep in my bedroom tonight if you want." What could I say!!!??? "Uh, uh, uh, I'll think about it," I replied, not wanting to commit. James looked a bit disappointed then, as if the air had temporarily been let out of his master plan.... "Ok, he said, you can sleep on the couch tonight, but remember, you are always welcome with me." "ok," I said weakly. The scary thought was that perhaps James would be more fond of me in the long run if I put up more resistance. I wasn't sure what to do. I was so helpless and confused. I had gotten way more than I had bargained for. I just wanted a paycheck, but now here I was in James's master erotic plan. I knew, deep down, that it was only a matter of time before he completely seduced me, and I'd be his wife/girlfriend/sex-partner in every which way. It was unavoidable... These sad thoughts overtook me as James left the room. "MOM," said Tanisha worriedly. "What the heck was that??" "Oh, I know darlin, I know," I said, hugging her... "Listen, I think James is just trying to break us down before he builds us back up as women, kind of like bootcamp in the army. I think he just wants us to stop thinking of ourselves as males, and he wants to break our spirit." "Mom, this sucks," Tanisha said, " I can't believe you got me into this. THIS is wayyy more than I bargained for." "I know dear, I know... Listen, we'll just have to suck it up and get through this summer. The only thing is though, if he actually "tries anything" with you, then let me know, and we'll be out of here immediately, black women or not." I then thought to myself that I may well have to do something to stop James from turning his frustrated sexual attentions on Tanisha. Even though I was pretty sure he had only toyed with her skirt to break her male pride, It was obvious to all that Tanisha was pretty much a fully developed young woman. Even though she was just under 16 years old, she could easily pass for a young black lady of 19 or 20, especially with her muscular-legs, big boobs, and well-developed face. Even though I respected James, his intentions, and his training program, and I understood what he was doing; It would not have surprised me if he did suddenly develop sexual feelings for Tanisha and try to act out those intentions.... Maybe I should cooperate with him as much as possible to ensure that that did not happen? "Tanisha, you'll be off to ballet camp in a couple of weeks, so you really won't have to deal with him all summer." "Ok mom." "But listen, don't hesitate to tell me if he ever gets 'too close'". "ok." "This just sucks mom," said Tanisha, "I wasn't expecting this. I should be playing baseball, and flirting with girls. Instead I'm stuck here wearing dresses and acting like a total sissy. This is so much worse than what I thought." "I think it will get better." As I was trying to console Tanisha, she stopped cleaning and began take a LONG look at herself in the wall-mirror, just staring and studying her reflection. She examined closely the pretty teenaged black girl who was now staring back at her, almost in disbelief that THIS hottie was all real. She was almost in her trance, studying her new appearance for a good long time. As she began to look at herself more and, more, however, it seemed that she began to like what she saw. She began smiling at herself, licking and pouting her lips, and posing with her legs. "I'm so sorry sweetie," I said. "Just try and make the best of it." "Its not so bad momma," she said, now admiring her reflection. She was still taking it all in that this gorgeous black girl looking back at her was HER!! James suddenly called back in the room, breaking the trance, "Ok girls, you are done now for the night. LaShaunda, I'll bring some blankets out for the couch." Tanisha darted up to her room, practically ready to tear off her maid's outfit. "Girls," James called to them, " Your nighttime uniform for sleeping is a nightie and pantyhose...." ---- After the girls went upstairs, James sat on the couch with me and said, "I'm sorry about that, my dear, but that was just a 'crash course,' to get you ladies feeling more like women and getting used to your new roles. As you know, there is just a difference between black culture and white culture, and blacks act a little more 'freely' with each other." "I understand," I sobbed, "it's just so traumatic." "I know," said James, "But we only have a few months to duplicate 16 years of female puberty and development for your girls. Lets face it, Tanisha and AShanti basically have 2 weeks to start acting like women inside and out; totally breaking their "masculine pride' to the point where they would be taken for nothing else than sassy young black "soul sistas"..." James laid out sheets for me. "Sweet dreams, LaShaunda," he said to me.... The lights went out, and I felt a bit lonely on the couch in this strange house. It was a bit scary having all of James's pictures of Lions, Tigers, and Africana staring down at me. It felt so foreign and unfamiliar, but I was getting used to my new surroundings as a black female. I kept wishing I was back at home in my own bed, especially cuddling with my ex-wife Christine. It was so sad that she was gone and had taken off with another man (who was much wealthier than I). I began to wish more and more that I was back as Dave Miller, but it was hard to dream about being a guy with the constant snug pull and tugging of my white tights constantly reminded me of my new status. I even reached down to try and masturbate, but much to my chagrin, I felt my fake vagina in its place. I felt my usual level of arousal in the late evenings, so all I could do was stick my hand in my tights and panties, and guide my finger through the slit to rub the underside of my cock...." Yes, I was so lonely.... I wished everything could go back to the way it used to be, with me and my wife living the "American dream", and my sons as young men. I thought of how Ryan used to be one of the top players on his baseball team, before the hormones reduced him to a hormonal female. "Well, at least Ryan will be dead set on returning to being a guy after all this," I thought. It won't be difficult to get him back in pants after the summer." --- Before I knew it, I fell asleep. Within a few seconds, it seemed, it was the crack of dawn, and I groggily got up in this unfamiliar house. It sucked being so far away from home. I felt so tired and uncomfortable in these new surroundings. The girls and I stumbled off to the kitchen table. The nice thing was, however, that today James was so much nicer and friendlier, as opposed to the terrorizing way he was yesterday. I figured that maybe he had had one day of tormenting us in order to scare us into acting ladylike, but now he would go to being the nice gentle "ice cream man," I knew he would be.... "Church today," said James, "and then as you know, there is a special class at the ballet studio today, where the uniforms for the upcoming recital will be issued..." "YAY," said Ashanti. "It seemed we would always have full days on the schedule in this house." An hour later, we peeled out of the house for church in James's large sedan... The three of us in dresses and pantyhose, and James in his suit and tie. All of us girls looked so cute in our tights... It looked so crazy to glance in the rear-view mirror and see my two daughters sitting so demurely in the back seat, Tanisha wearing a blue dress and Ashanti a green dress, and both with "Coffee" colored brown-sugar pantyhose adorning their legs. I was also wearing brown-sugar pantyhose underneath my black dress. It felt so crazy to look back and see them all "trapped in tights." I could never have imagined such a fate for my once virile and masculine sons. Both of the girls also had their faces expertly made up, with the right eye-shadow to give them those big "doe eyes," and plenty of foundation to bring out those big lips and those broad nubian noses. They had such cute hairstyles that clearly marked them as African-American females.... but it was not just their external appearance anymore either.... They interacted with each other in a completely effeminate way. And with hormones, too, all of their old male traits would soon be eradicated, whichever ones were left, anyway!!!. It was such a crazy time in our lives. I felt both excited and nervous for my girls, anyway. I had my doubts about all of this, of course, and what was being done to them, but I was now under the arm of powers far stronger than myself. To give an example, as we pulled up to church, the congregation milled about in the lobby and in the auditorium waiting for the service to start. James made small-talk with his peers, and I even began to get more confident and social, chatting with LaKeesha and her other friends..... Mrs. Howe approached James, and said, "James, my dear, I have such big news..." "Oh yea?" said James. "Listen," said Mrs. Howe, "I just want to give you the inside track... The firm is discussing adding a fourth Named-Partner... Now, I don't want to get yo' hopes up too soon, but obviously, you are one of the many qualified candidates we are strongly considering." "That is great to hear, Mrs. Howe," said James. "I will keep you posted," said Mrs. Howe, "Obviously, this is going to be the biggest topic around the water cooler for the next few months or so." After Mrs. Howe left, James turned to me and said, "That's it!!! This is the big break I've been looking for. If I get made partner, than your purpose for masquerading as my wife is over, and I can help you and your boys return to being males again. I won't need to put on a front for anyone." "I'm sure that Tanisha will be thrilled about it," I said indifferently. "Oh LaShaunda," said James, "I can't thank you enough for what you all are doing for me, and I will repay you all more than you can ever believe for acting like my black girlfriend and her daughters!!!" "Oh James," I said. I was so torn about what I desired for my ultimate fate. At that moment, however, I looked over at the group of kids that Tanisha and Ashanti were drawn too. A cluster of 6 or 7 stood around, including DeShaun, A'iesha, and Danielle (the lone white girl). I could hear the whole conversation. "So listen shortee," said DeShaun confidently to a blushing Tanisha, "I's had so much fun at da rap concert the other night... Whats u say we's go out on an actual date sometimes??" I was shocked at the bluntness of the proposal. Tanisha was clearly shocked and startled, but before she could even say anything, her friend Danielle replied, "OMG, you know that DeMarcus just asked me out too a few days ago. He's so tall andn studly... Anyway, we could go out on a double date...!!" "Un, you like DeMarcus...?" said A'iesha. "OMG," said Danielle, "You know, I'd only ever date black guys, and guys who are much taller than me. I like to press my face into their chest when we are dancing, and I look great next to them." - I guessed that that officially took "Ryan" out of the running as a possible boyfriend for Danielle. He must have been crushed, as Danielle's admission that she would only date tall black guys meant that his male-self had no chance with her. And the man reason for him doing this had been to get in her pants!!! I even looked over and saw the crushed look on Tanisha's face when she now realized that she had "no chance" with Danielle. I know that she wanted more than anything else to date this pretty little blond white girl, but thanks to Danielle's preferences, it could never happen. It would still be fun to hang out with her though... "So what do you say?" asked Danielle, eagerly. "Yeah, sure," said Tanisha, lackidasically, "I guess it could be fun..." "All right," said an encouraged DeShaun.... I'm not sure whether Tanisha was even encouraged about the possibility of going out with DeShaun, or the fact that he had "lost" Danielle. I knew that apparently DeShaun and Tanisha had flirted during the rap concert, but I wasn't sure if there were any feelings there. It was not my place, however, to be "alls up in my daughters biz...." I might have to have a talk with her about what to expect on the date... "Yeah," said DeShaun, "my parents can get tickets for the Beyonce concert coming into town...." "Really," said Tanisha, suddenly perking up. She seemed to be excited now, and she got a bit closer to DeShaun, touching his chest.... "We can go next weekend," he said... DeShaun then walked away to mingle with his bro's from basketball, and A'iesha said to Tanisha, "Dayum gurl, us' nailed a great one. DeShaun is such a hunk." "I just don't know," said Tanisha, "I mean, I kind of like him, but I'm not really sure I have THOSE kinds of feelings for him." "Just give him a chance gurl," said A'iesha, "And I'm sure you won't regret it." "I know," said Ashanti, "You's are so lucky to have a man like that interested in you." ------ After Church, we all went over to the dance studio, where it was time to get the girls fitted for their recital leotards and performance costumes. Shanice O'Collins (the proprietor of the dance studio), explained that it was rather convenient to hold such mandatory classes and fittings on Sunday, as virtually her entire class was also part of the same congregation. As a part of the "Soul Sista's," Danielle, A'iesha, Tanisha, and the other girls headed back to get changed into their white dance tights, and into their new red leotards. It was like Christmas as they all huddled around the box and pulled out these really cute red-sparkly leos with long'sleeves. "I think you are a large, Tanisha," said A'iesha, as she handed her friend a leotard. The funny thing was, too, that Darius and Darell, the two boys on the troupe, were also handed their new white tights and one-pieces, as if it was nothing. Any other regular straight guys would have been mortified to change into such femmy outfits. All of the girls just changed into their new costumes on the studio floor, as the restrooms were too small. Darius and Darell, as two long- time dancers, had been so inured to just being "two of the girls," that they were permitted to change and get their tights on right there with all of the other cute black girls. I watched through the window, and it was crazy to see two muscular black boys getting changed into girls' dance attire. When they got their leotards and tights on, however, they were "at one," uniformly, with all the other girls. Tanisha also got her form-fitting costume on. She looked very fit and sexy wearing it, I had to admit. Her crotch was also perfectly flat, too, and she had the darkest skin and biggest boobs of any of the girls in the dance troupe. If I looked objectively, I would quite honestly say that she was the most attractive teenaged girl in the "Soul' Sista's." She even had potential to be a model, I thought. "NO!!!!" I had to put such thoughts out of my head. This was still my son, my masculine, heterosexual son!!! However, it was clear that Tanisha fit right in with all of her new friends, and that she was completely accepted. She "got her swag on" so easily with the other girls, and she was always laughing, joking, and chatting with them. At that moment, I realized that Tanisha really was getting on well with "her new crowd." I thought back to all of the other sports teams that Ryan had been on back in his youth... I remembered that even in baseball or hockey, he had usually just sat on the bench, not really talking or slapping high-fives with his other teammates. I remembered that even though he was a good athlete, he was always one of the quieter kids on the teams, and he was not really a part of the "core group." Seeing him now interact as "Tanisha," I wondered if maybe this WAS going down the right path for him, as he was so much more bubbly and gregarious. He just seemed "happier." Of course, he was miserable at James's house and when he was in "training," but he seemed to light up when he was around the other black kids his age. My thoughts were drifted from Tanisha, however, when I saw the special performance costume that Ashanti had. LaKeesha came up to me and told me that for her showcase dance with Darius, Ashanti was performing the role of "Aurora" from the Sleeping Beauty ballet, followed by in improvised pas-de-deux (a partnering dance with Darius)... Ashanti was given white tights, and a pink "pancake tutu" that was attached to a leotard with long-sleeves. Ashanti was every inch the budding ballerina as I watched her change into the costume. Once Darius was satisfied that his leotard and white tights fit, he changed into his other costume, which was a "prince's" outfit that he would wear vis-a-vis Ashanti. This costume had thicker white tights and sort of a little-lord-Fauntleroy tuxedo.... He looked like such a little fairy in this outift, but then my laughter quickly turned to stone-cold seriousness as I realized that this little queen would be the "masculine" one in a dancing exhibition with my crossdressed son!!! My, how the mighty had fallen. I watched Darius and Ashanti begin to practice their showcase dance...... Darius spun Ashanti around on the floor, and my little daughter did pirouettes and arabesques. Darius handled her expertly and gracefully, treating her like a young lady. Ashanti seemed to be in absolute heaven as she was dancing, sighing in her white tights...... (I dreamed of how it must feel to wear such a leotard and tights, with the tight material pulling up and riding high on her crotch)... She must be in ecstasy. Yet, like I said, this was my once boyish son, who was now all woman... And not only that, he was being led around and treated like a lady by another effeminate black boy. I'm just glad that my parents weren't here to see this. (by the way, at some point, I'd have to make this whole situation known to them, depending on how long I stayed as "LaShaunda"...) LaKeesha was still standing next to me. "Our girls are so cute, aren't they?" "Yes," I said, "Ashanti seems to be excited for her dance." "And Tanisha for her date," said LaKeesha. "Don't worry, A'iesha told me everything." "Ohh," I said.... "I am a bit nervous if they go out, you know. Its just that, I mean, Tanisha has no "experience" with boys, obviously. I'm just worried that something could "go wrong."" "Hmm..." said LaKeesha. "Maybe yous need to have that mother-daughter talk with her. You know, the Birds-and-the-Bees. Its not a big deal... I had to have the same talk with A'iesha, and you know, it really wasn't that awkward considering that we had both recently been white and straight males. It went very well, and was good for when A'iesha started getting interested in boys." "Yeah, I mean, if Tanisha and Ashanti will be long-term black girls, maybe I should have a "facts of life" talk with them. There is so much that they probably need to know, and stuff that James won't even tell them. I just want them to be safe and comfortable when they start dating." "Yeah," said LaKeesha, "it was a bit awkward at first, when I sat A'iesha down and told her what she could probably expect on a date, and what a boy might want her to do, especially with 'making out' and stuff like that.... It was so hard to bring up the subject, but then, we laughed until we cried as we talked about being treated like a lady, then kissing, and then heavy-petting, and some other stuff..." "What other stuff?" "You know," said LaKeesha, "I talked to her about handjobs and blowjobs, and I showed her how to properly put a condom on a banana, in case it ever came to that...." "That's crazy," I said, "that seems a little much." "Not really," said LaKeesha, "I was just teaching her safe sex, to be honest with you. They teach these things in schools now. And even though A'iesha is still technically male, she could still get some kind of sickness from a boy when having unprotected sex. And I knew A'iesha was starting to have those feelings towards males, so I wanted to make sure all the bases were covered, and A'iesha knew what to expect." "I don't know if I'll bring up actual sex," I said, "I mean, I don't even know what to expect from sex with a guy. I'm hopeless." "Wait, you haven't made love to James yet?" queried LaKeesha. "Uh no, of course not." "Have you even sucked him off?" she asked. "Uh no," I said sheepishly... "Uh, the most I have ever done is, you know, a handjob. And even those times I had mixed feelings about it." "Waittt... u's been with James for four or 5 months now, and the most that you have done is a few handjobs. Dayum gurl, whys is he even still likin' you? You gots to give that man some lovin'!!" "Deep down, I still consider myself a man," I said. "The manual sex was just clinical." "Don't you have any feelings for James?" she asked. "Yeah, some," I said, "but I'm just not sure I like him THAT way. Ours is still a business arrangement, you know." "Ok gurl," she said, "But don't get surprised when his eye starts wandering, and he gets interested in some other lady." "I don't want that to happen," I confessed. "I mean, I do like him, but you know, I'm still a man, inside, and he's a guy who needs a fake girlfriend, and that's it. Also, I'm not really sure how I'd even start bringing up the idea of moving on to blow-jobs, or sex. I'm so inexperienced with these things. Also, I really do like James."... (god, I was so conflicted). "Listen gurl, I'm here to help you... And I've been exactly where you were before. You know, I had to keep upping-the-ante to keep Kendrick comin' around me. All you got to do is just tease him, you know.... Dress sexy for him, dance for him, sneak in his room one night and do some foreplay with him... you know what he likes??? You gotta engage him." "I guess I'm still such a novice at the nuances of being a woman. You are right... he wants me to be a total lady inside that house, but I'm just acting like a guy over there crashing on his couch. I guess that is why he is riding me so hard in my feminine training." "I think so too," said LaKeesha, "I'm your girlfriend, and I want to see you be succesful and have the happiness that I found with Kendrick. Now, you get over to James, when you get home, and show him why he should keep you around. Surprise him.... Also, don't forget to have "the talk" with your girls." ----- That night, the girls lounged around the house, and stayed dressed in the new dance costumes that they had received... (Tanisha in her red leotard and white tights, and Ashanti in her pink tutu and white tights). I was still stuck in my little black dress, and my coffee- colored brown sugar pantyhose. I assumed we also all still had our kotex pads on underneath. Both girls looked so cute. They just watched the BET channel on TV, liking the rappers and going crazy whenever someone like Ne-yo popped on... "Omg, OMG, he's so cute," said Tanisha as she popped up and down upon the couch, in her leotard and tights. It was crazy to look at my erstwhile son, who was acting totally like a lustful little black girl, going crazy over the boys on whom she was "crushin'".... She was like a little hotcha cheerleader for her favorites. I had already told James about the fact that Tanisha had been asked out on a date. I asked him if I and the girls could have some "alone time" in the kitchen where I could have a quick talk with both of them on what they needed to hear and expect. I told them that it would be a "mother- daughter" talk. James was completely enthused that Tanisha had a boy interested in her, and he more than readily agreed to give us some alone time... "Just remember, I'll be watching," he said, "So no references to your male selves, or anything masculine...... (except DeShaun, of course!!!)" "Girls, com meet me in in da kitchen," I hollered. Ashanti and Tanisha filed in... "Is James gone?" asked Tanisha. "So we can talk freely?" "Yes," I said, "I want to have a little talk with both of you. As you know, both of you are black girls now, and with this big change, there will be many things we have to talk about in the near future." "Oh no," Tanisha groaned, "what is it?" "Tanisha has a date," taunted Ashanti. "With a BOY!!!" "I do not," retorted Tanisha, "Danielle and her friend just want to hang out with DeShaun and me." "But you are still going to be around boys, with no parents around," I said. "Well, yeah, but its not like that." "Listen," I said, "The fact remains that you two are becoming young women, and very soon, you will have every asset of young girls. And there is so much we have to go over, since you two have been young ladies for such a short period of time. Obviously, it is only natural for you two to develop attractions to boys." "Yuck," said Tanisha... "But like it or not," I said, "There are certain things which you may have to expect if you go out, even if you are just in a crowd with your friends, or at a school dance. Boys just act in ways that young ladies need to know about, to be safe." "I used to BE a boy, mom," said Tanisha, "In case you haven't forgotten, thanks to you, I'm stuck now dressed like a total sissy." "Even if you were a boy, it is always good for a parent to have a talk on these topics with their kids. When we were men, I never had a father-son talk with you, which I much regret." "So what do we need to know mom... lets get this over with." "Oh sweetie, I just want your little date to go well..." "Its NOT a Date!!!" "Is too," jibed Ashanti. "Ok, listen, lets just get to it," I said. "As you know, a boy may be wanting "something more" when he dates you. DeShaun was obviously very excited by dancing with you at the concert. And it is only natural that when a girl and a boy have feelings for each-other, that the girl may "express her love" by doing something more for her man. And if you do these things, it is ok, but I just want you to be safe." "Meaning what." I went to the fridge to look for something appropriate to demonstrate on. I searched for a banana, but all I could find were a few large green cucumbers.... The girls were shocked as I pulled out the large cucumbers... What was coming next!!?? "The first thing is that you have to make sure that your guy wears a condom in case he wants to "get frisky"..." I pulled out a package of rubbers I had just picked up from a gas station, "Now, I know that you girls obviously can not get pregnant, but there is a BIG danger from having unprotected activity with anybody!!!" "I know mom," Tanisha said as she rolled her eyes, "We learned this all in Health Class. We even put condoms on bananas there." "Well, lets practice again," I said as I opened up a condom and began rolling it down a cucumber... "It is important to make sure it is on snug and that the condom does not tear. And you need to put it on when his erection is fully erect, like this cucumber. This cucumber is what a boy will look like when he is totally aroused." "We know," groaned Tanisha as she fumbled with the condom and began fitting it over the shaft, "We have 'cucumbers' of our own..." "But for now, you are girls... Just do what I say and we'll be out of here." I looked and saw that the condoms were applied satisfactorily to all of our cucumbers.... "Mom," asked Tanisha, "I am kind of nervous though. What if he really does want some sort of sex..." "Well you know, my dear, it will just happen.... You might start kissing, and then making out, and then you will just lead to it when you know the time is right." "I have thought about it before," said Tanisha, "I mean, I've thought about sex with a girl, but not about sex with a guy." "Well, you should not have sex with DeShaun right away," I said, "You may kiss in the back seat, which is fine, and then, he may want something else from you, like a handjob." "A handjob??" "Yes, you know, what you've probably done to yourself 1000 times..." "But momma, I don't think I've EVER pleasured myself that way," Tanisha said embarassingly.... "Every time I do it, I lie down on my bed and grind myself against the sheets..." "Ohh," I said... "Listen momma," said Tanisha, "I DO kind of like DeShaun, and I do kind of want to make him happy when we go out. But I don't really know WHAT to do..." "Its ok," I said, taking the cucumber in one hand... "You know, the underside is the sensitive part, so that is what you have to focus on. See this light green underbelly of the cucumber???.... Well, this is where all of those nerve endings go that react to touch. This is what you have to focus on when you stroke." Tanisha looked at the cucumber like it was a dangerous snake... "Go on girls, pick them up," I said. Tanisha grabbed it gingerly with one hand. Ashanti picked hers up. "Then, just go up, down, up, down, up, and down, and cover every inch of it.... You'll feel it start to shake and spasm, and then it will soon, you know, erupt..." "Eww," said Ashanti. "Its nothing to be embarassed about girls... Its just a normal bodily reaction from a guy." "Well, I don't want some guy having his bodily reaction on me," protested Tanisha. "Are you kidding me," I asked, "It is something that you have to get used to if you want to have a boyfriend." With her dark hand, Tanisha stroked her cucumber up and down. "Oh yeah, well, are you even doing this shit with James," she retorted. "YES," I said, much to her shock. "It may surprise you to hear it, but your dear mother has to keep James happy too..." "You mean you touch his wee-wee?" said Ashanti. "Of course I have," I said, much to Tanisha's shock... "It is just something every woman does for her man, to show him how much she cares about him. This is why we are learning this.... Now, stroke your cucumbers up and down, harder and harder.... There are some other techniques to use too, to make him "finish" faster... You can use the palm of your hand and splay out the bottom of his penis, pressing on it. This seems to really get guys going." "I can't believe you are talking to us about getting a guy going," said Tanisha. The girls began to handle their cucumbers expertly and deftly, massaging the vegetables with skill. "Oh yeah," I said, "And you girls will also have to dress sexy for your dates, you know, if you really want to get him going. You know, low-cut jeans, and thongs, or even cute mini-dresses that show LOTS of legs and clevage." "Yeah mom," said Ashanti, "I love looking cute, at least. That is one of my favorite things about being a girl." "So mom, you are really getting intimiate with James?" asked Tanisha. "Oh sweetie," I said, "don't you understand, I am a woman now? And I may start sleeping in his room too..." It was crazy having my two black daughters now asking me all of these probing questions. Actually, it was insane having my two former sons standing before me, but now completely acting as black girls, and us discussing all of the initimiate mechanics of sex that they may soon need to know!!!! I looked at my two black girls, both working on their cucumbers.... Both were so pretty and were rapidly blossoming into young women. There was no doubt in my mind that if we stayed on this road, both Tanisha and Ashanti would be flooded wih guys trying to take them out. Even other people had commented to me about how attractive my two girls were, even compared to their peers.... "Mom," Tanisha confided in me, "I AM really nervous about the date. You know, I want DeShaun to like me." "He already does, my dear." "I know," said Tanisha, "But I am surprised with how much you already know about this stuff. Do you think maybe you could teach us everythiing you know?" "I guess that is fine, girls.... " I said. "If you really want to know. I mean, we are in privacy and and all, so I guess we can practice something else. I don't think James will mind." "What is it!!!" asked Ashanti eagerly. "Well, ok," I said, "you know handjobs.... well, if you really want a boy to like you, I suppose that you could treat him orally too..." "Orally...." "Yes," I said, "you know, with your mouth. This is actually the most common thing that couples do for each other." "Wow!!" said Tanisha. "All you have to do is take the cucumber in your mouth, and use your tounge like you used your fingers. Go for the sensitive undersides...." It was now crazy watching my two daughters practicing Blow-jobs on their cucumbers. It was even more mental that I had plans to do this, in a very real sense, on James, very soon. I quite honestly began to feel like I owed him something more than just a hand-job for all he had done for us, and I would give him the suck-off of his life!!!! Yes, I blush to say it, but i was at the point in my development where I was ready to go to "the next level."" I was feeling like I was enough of a woman to take James in that way. Even giving him a handjob felt clinical now, and I was so used to his male member and his presence that it would not be a big deal for me to pleasure him. "There you go Tanisha," I said. "Do it hard and do it with confidence. Take him in as much as you can, as he is most sensitive by his base. You can nibble around the top too, as guys really like this." "Mom," said Tanisha, taking her cucumber out, "what do we do when the guy, uh, explodes..." "Well," I said, "you can either just spit it out, but I think that some guys like it when you swallow it. It makes them feel like they are in control and that you are subservient to them." "I don't think I want a guy controlling me." "But that is the life of a black woman," I said. "Black women are subserivent to their husbands, even more so than white women. It is a different culture that you must get used to. Don't you understand, we are new people now, and we have to get used to all sorts of new things." "I'm still not sure I like it though," said Tanisha. "Some things I definitely will miss about being a white guy." "But you will like other things better too about being a black lady though. Besides just wearing pretty outfits, you know, you can be sassy and speak your mind all of the time." "Yeah, I guess," said Tanisha, "I'm still so new to all of this though. I still feel uncomfortable in dresses." "You are doing so well though," I said, "I mean that, really." "Thanks mom." "You girls can ask anything else you want, about sex, you know...." "I do NOT think I'm ready to go that far yet," said Tanisha, "And I don't even know where we would do it..." "Right," I said, "you are still so young, and you'll only be a black girl for a few months, so that probably won't come up." "Momma, I'm tired," said Ashanti, who had just finished practicing on her cucumber, "can I please be done and go to bed." "Of course dear," I said, "And you did so great... You can talk to me about anything, anytime." "Ok, thanks mom," she said, "I also hope I get a boyfriend soon too, like Tanisha." "What about Darius?" "Oh, he's sweet and all, but I'd like a REAL man... one who plays basketball and doesn't wear tights." "Ok, I understand. Darius seems like such a nice boy though." "I don't wan' a nice boy, I wan' a stud." Ashanti left the kitchen... "Thanks for talking to me mom," said Tanisha, "This has all been so crazy. By the way, mom, depending on how far this all goes, you aren't going to have, uh, you, know, the big change???" "You mean will I get myself fixed and become a full-time woman? Like a sex change?" "Uh, yeah...." "I am still your father," I said quietly, "Not wanting James to overhear. I won't get changed into a full woman if I can help it, but I don't know what plans he might have. I think we are under his control now." "It would just freak me out if you had it cut off, you know." ----- The girls went to bed, and James asked me if I'd like to sleep in his room tonight. I lied to him and said sheepishly, "No thanks, I'll just crash on the couch again." He stormed away with much disgust and disappointment. Little did he know, however, that I was just setting him up for a much bigger surprise. I knew he wanted me, obviously, but I was going to give him the ride of his life. James took off for his bed around 10, and I lied down on the couch and pretended to close my eyes. I had decided, however, that I would surprise James and give him his biggest fantasy, tonight. I figured that since he had me doing so much dance training, I would get dressed in my leotard and tights for him, and go prance around his room, followed by the blow job to end all blow-jobs.... Around 12:30 AM, when it seemed everyone was safely in bed, I quietly arose from the couch and went towards my bags of clothes. I ruffled through and pulled out a pair of white tights, and a light-green leotard with short sleeves I had that James had yet to see me wear. I tiptoed to the bathroom and changed into the dancewear, complete with my cute pink ballet slippers on my feet. I took my dark hair and styled it into an updo, and I expertly reapplied my makeup to my Nubian face. I wanted to make sure that I was all nice and done-up for the first time James had me in this way. I wanted to be his special present that was all tarted up for him. As I did my lipstick and makeup, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked really pretty. I studied my ballet outfit, and through the leotard, I noticed that my boobs underneath really seemed to be growing and poking out through my fake boobs, thanks to the hormones... I struck poses, flaunting my bust.... James would LOVE me. It would probably not be long too before I popped off my fake boobies and was able to strut and prance around in my real ones too, all of the time. I primped and preened in my tights and in my cute ballet outfit. I liked how my very dark and ashy skin would show through the thick fabric of my white tights, giving away my ethnicity. I was ALL black woman, and I was in love with the reflection of the lady staring back at me. When I was just a crossdressing white guy, it was my WILDEST dream that I would look in the mirror and see a woman's reflection. I would NEVER have imagined that I would get this chance to actually to live out life as a woman. But yet, in only a few months, I looked ahead and saw my broad nose, my puffy lips, my shimmery face, and every attribute of a gorgeous African lady.... I thought I looked a bit like Tyra Banks, but darker and sexier. I loved my beautiful "full hair" too, as it was so curly and wavy. Yes, James was making me every inch a successful black lady. Why was it taking me so long to see until now!!! Now that I had a few minutes for reflection, I LOVED what was being done to me. When I was a boy, I used to spend hours alone in my bedroom, just fantasizing about being changed into a sexy girl. As I grew older, however, I was busied with more and more things, and those dreams I had vanished and grew dimmer. However, now, every crossdressing urge I had had returned to the surface and was out in full force. YES, I was all, "LaShaunda," and James was seeing to it that I was getting even hotter and sexier, every day. I even had a chance to live out all of the most insane fantasies too that I had only dreamed about before. YES, I had fantasized about giving a man a blowjob, but I would NEVER have confided in that to anyone, not even my wife during "roleplay." I then wandered off in my thoughts, and I wondered how my wife was getting along these days??? Anyway, I popped out of the bathroom and tiptoed towards James's bedroom. I did not want my girls to hear or see me either, or even guess what I might be doing. I came to his door and nudged it open..... James lay on his bed, sprawled out and wearing a pair of leopard-print bikini trunks, which concealed his large member.... I pranced up to him in my ballet slippers, and quietly pulled the trunks down his large legs, revealing his groin. I took my hand and began rubbing his penis, which made him moan in his dreams. His member quickly began to swell up... "Oh my, oh my," he moaned, half-awake... I rubbed softly and sat down on the side of the bed. I continued to pleasure and stroke him, "Oh LaShaunda, Oh LaShaunda," he piped.... I rubbed his cock against the nylon material of my white tights, which seemed to pleasure him even more. I rubbed his penis between my legs, using my powerful leg muscles to apply maximum pressure. WOW!!! It seemed that he was actually fantasizing about me in his dreams!!! Now I knew that he really was lusting after me. This was amazing. "Yes James, I am here for you," I said. Upon hearing my voice, James snapped awake... "LaShaunda," he said with shock... "What are you doing?" "Oh James," I said, "I came in to give you a surprise treat." "A Wha..." "You know," I said, "I've been thinking about you more and more.... I mean, us.... And I if I'm living in this house, I want to make you happy, I really do. I appreciate so much what my "suga' daddy" does for us. I'm sugar daddy's girl..." "Whoa, whoa, wait," said James. "Just wait." "What, you mean you don't desire me?" I asked. "Oh god no," said James, "LaShaunda, I am absolutely crazy about you. I have tried so hard to make you see that. Don't you know that I would do anything for you?" "Of course," I said, "and now it is time for me to show you my love... I am ALL woman, and your woman." "But wait," said James, "I HAVE to take a piss first." "Ok," I said, and James got up to relieve himself. In his absence, I checked my makeup and my reflection again in the mirror, making sure I was perfectly primped. Yes, I was James's black girlfriend, in his bedroom. James came back, and he relaxed on the bed, totally nude. I started to dance for James, prancing around the room and doing ballet moves as a part of "foreplay." First, I just did some clumsy pirouettes and spins, like a classical ballerina. I thought that this was James's biggest fantasy. He seemed to respond as I danced around in my leotard and white tights, as he was stroking himself with his hand, and soon again sporting a massive erection. "Ballerinas are the ultimate fantasy for me, LaShaunda," he said... "You are so graceful, and you look so sexy in your tights.... "But what about strippers," I replied saucily.... I then changed up my dancing, and I began to "bump and grind" and gyrate my hips and large ass. I shook my booty and I popped my coochie, like some C-rated girl in a trashy rap-video. I sauntered over to James, sitting on his thigh and letting him know I was HIS woman. I looked into his eyes, and I began to rub my tighted legs against his turgid cock. I sat in his lap and cuddled with him, letting him gaze into my big nubian eyes and my painted lips. I first started giving him a lap-dance, grinding against his large penis while he just sat there, enjoying every second of swollen ecstasy... What I was doing was arousing me inside my fake vagina, too. I rubbed the butt of my leotard directly against the underside of his black cock, making it so aroused to the point where I thought it might explode..... However, I did not want him to explode directly against my ass, as I had MUCH bigger plans for the man I loved. (I also did not want him making a mess on my ballet clothes) Just as James seemed to be crowning, I directly broke contact and jerked up, standing in front of him and just looking at him. James seemed shocked and disappointed that I had suddently stopped... "Why, Wha...." he asked confusedly. "Please, don't stop, I am in heaven." "I Ain't done," I said. "At least, I don't have to be...." "Please, finish," gasped James, "I'm so hard...." "No, wait," I said, "This is not unconditional. You want me to be your girlfriend and pleasure you, but there is one term." I then went and got a sheet of paper I had left outside of the door, and I brought it in with an inkpen.... "If you want me to finish you off, you WILL sign this," I said. "It is an agreement stating that once you make partner, me and my boys will be allowed to become white males again, en toto...." "LaShaunda, you want me to put a contract on our love??" "You did the same with me," I said, "And I DO love you and care for you very much, but I just want to be sure that my boys have the options to live their lives the way they want to, when they are older. I don't want them trapped as black females when they do not want it." "Ok, ok, ok, understandable," said James, "I will sign it." "I'm sorry," I said as he quickly dashed off his signature, "I didn't mean to be a buzzkill, but I just don't want us to be slaves." "I understand, and I am sorry," said James, "You girls just had so much to learn in such a short period of time. That is why your femininity has been so intensive the last few days. You can't think of yourselves as girls when you still have the freedoms you had as guys." James was still rock-hard. I took the signed contract back. "Thanks sweetie," I said. "Now, I am still every inch of LaShaunda for you, but this is not going to be a medieval relationship. I have certain demands and expectations of my partner...." "I have such strong feelings for you," said James. "And I hope you know that." "I know," I said, and I began taking his cock in my hands again, making it full and shaftlike again.... "And because I love you so much, I have something even more special for you, my man..." Just like I had taught my girls, I brought my mouth down on his cock like it was an especially large cucumber. It was crazy to have a large penis entering me for the first time. It was insane as I felt the penis enter my mouth and rub my tongue, and I thought how I was no longer a virgin, at least in this area. The sensation of his penis surprised me at first, as it was so large and throbbing, and I rubbed the underside of my tongue against the ripply skin and veins. I began to pump vigorously on him.... It was actually quite enjoyable... At least, it was a novel sensation for me, and just the thought of what I was doing to James was arousing me. "Oh LaShaunda, Oh LaShaunda....." What was arousing me was that I imagined that I was still a man, and my own penis was in a woman's mouth, and my cock was getting aroused and stimulated by the unsuspecting moves of her tounge. I tried to surprise James with dashes and darts of my tongue on his cock, stimulating him with energy. It still just felt mental to have this large thing in my mouth, contrary to everything that should have been natural to me. Had anyone looked in on this scene, they would have only seen a beautiful black woman pleasuring her boyfriend. No one would have guessed that I was a white male. James then reclined on the bed, and I popped up, still with his cock in my mouth. I bounced on the bedsprings as I pumped up and down on him, making a lot of noise. I was really getting him going now, working every inch of his shaft with my tongue and mouth, and he was really getting turgid and spasmastic. I was just trying to duplicate the types of blow jobs that I had seen black women give 1000 times in porno snippets. But now I WAS that curvy black woman.... Part of a race that was disdained and misunderstood by the rest of the nation, but who had an incredible sisterhood with eachother. Giving a blowjob to my man was my entry into that sisterhood. James was really coming on now, and he began to sweat and buck. I could tell he was getting close to the final glory. I could say nothing, but I took him deeper and deeper in my mouth, even rubbing the tip of his spear against my tonsils. "Oh yea, Oh yea," he said.... I braced myself. Finally, I felt him climax, and the hot spurts of liquid hit me in the back of my mouth. This was an entirely new sensation for me, but quite honestly, the explosion in my mouth felt amazing. It was an orgasm unlike anything else I had ever experienced. This whole experience was alone worth a type of sex that I would never have been introduced to otherwise.... James finished pumping himself into me, and he relaxed on the bed. His penis began to mercifully shrink again, and I withdrew him from my mouth. James was groggy. I said to him, "Don't worry James, I am going to swallow for you," as I did swallow the salty fluid. "Oh fuck, LaShaunda," said James, loudly, "that was INCREDIBLE, and I mean incredible." "I'm so glad you liked it," I said. "I am always happy to do that for you." "You are the best girlfriend or boyfriend I have ever had." I began to get closer to James, just cuddling with him in my leotard and tights. "I'll turn the lights out," I said, "and sleep in your room tonight." "Oh yes." I came up to James, sleeping next to him, and just laying my feminine head on his studly and well-defined pectoral muscles. I loved how he waxed his chest. As we just laid there, we talked about the less intense things..... sports, work, the kids. I liked James the most when he relaxed and talked to me like one of his friends, instead of his puppet-girlfriend.... We got along so well and I liked his company so much. As we laid there, however, we heard a distinct rustling... "What is that," I asked, Getting up towards the door.... As I got up towards the door, I heard two giggling voices and two pairs of feet dash off and head back upstairs... "OMG, did you see mommy, did you see mommy???" "I's no, I's no... I don' believe that." "You don't think they spied on us, and saw what we did?" I asked, worriedly.... " I realized that my girls had been peering in at the room on us, possibly for hours. They had seen me cuddling with James!!! But James had already fallen back asleep.