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My Friday Night - (c) by Elaine 2014
I really love my little remote country cottage.
Despite its outward size it has three double bedrooms and large lounge, a
designer kitchen and a lovely garden that gives me lots of fruit and
vegetables in the summer. It's also several miles from the nearest town
and even further from the nearest city where I normally work.
After an acrimonious divorce over my transgender issues that saw me
leaving my marriage and my large comfortable house, I now lived alone but
I now had the freedom to indulge in whatever I liked when I liked.
Over the last few years I'd self medicated on oestrogen and anti
androgens, and was very pleased with the results. I had given myself some
lovely soft B cup breasts that when I wore a padded uplift bra gave me a
nice cleavage and bouncing breasts. I was devoid of any body hair and
kept my hair and nails long so that with very little effort I could easily
pass as Elaine.
I still wasn't out of the closet though, as I really needed the money from
my job to pay child support for my children and I feared that I'd lose my
job if I decided to transition while I worked for that company. They'd had
a habit of making people redundant whose face didn't fit into the
corporate image despite what they might say publicly.
So with the Friday off work, I'd started a long pleasurable weekend ahead
dressed as Elaine. First I'd had a long hot perfumed bath with my
favourite bubble bath to soften my skin and to give myself a good
pedicure. I like to leave my toenails slightly longer than usual and I
removed the week old red polish to replace it immediately. Two coats of my
favourite polish are needed with a final clear topcoat to provide a deep
gloss finish.
That done I pulled up a pair of pink and purple panties that also offer
some control over my diminishing waist line. I then clip my bra together
under my breasts and swivel it to the front so that I can easily slip my
arms into the bra straps. I adjusted the cups around my breasts and
noticed the wonderful deep cleavage the bra has created.
Next I attached my suspender belt and adjusted it into the correct
position around my waist before donning some very sheer 10 denier seamed
stockings and my new mail order spike heel sandals that although for a
size 9 actually fit my size 10 feet quite well.
Taking my new dress off the hanger I am very excited at the thought of
wearing it. Once on I could see that it pulled in my waist slightly and
moulded to my breasts perfectly. I look down and I can see my wonderful
cleavage.
As the daylight finally subsided I sat down at my vanity to do my make-up.
I began by expertly applying and blending in foundation into my neck and
forehead. I used an eyebrow pencil to give my well plucked brows some
shaped arches and applied a lot of mascara to my long false eyelashes to
fuse the false and the real lashes together. Finally I put on my favourite
blonde wig and attached it to my own hair with some hair pins.
Everything feels really good in my life as I sashayed into the kitchen to
ladle out a small bowl of the home made leek and potato soup I'd made.
Anxious to continue my transformation I stood as I ate quickly. I was
relishing the feel of my new shoes as I stood feeling the pressure on my
feet and calf muscles. I looked at my trimmed nails and I decided that I
really wanted to get them done. I had bought the equipment needed to make
beautiful gel nails including the UV lamp and the top coat polish so I was
anxious to try it all out for the first time.
I set out the equipment on my dining table. I re-read the instructions
which seemed simple enough. Apply the nail extensions with nail glue which
was really super glue and I had some industrial strength with a setting
agent I could use instead. With those extensions in place it made things
trickier until I had shortened them a good bit using the special nail
cutters that I'd also bought.
I then roughened the top surface of my nails and extensions using a coarse
nail file. Then I applied a special sealer and let that dry. Finally it
was time to apply the sticky nail gel itself to the nail. That was quite
tricky particularly when I was doing my right hand but I quickly managed
to apply a thin layer of clear gel to nail before allowing them to cure
under the lamp for a few minutes. With all my nails coated in hard gel, I
filed and smoothed the surfaces before giving them a final coat of gel and
then repeating the process. With the white nail tips, I had real movie
star nails which I really liked. The finishing touch was a final coat of
gel sealer on top which give them a beautiful shine.
After an industrious hour or so, I was just admiring the long length and
the shaped style of my new nails when I thought I heard a noise outside.
Being so far outside the city I rarely get visitors especially after dark.
I looked outside past my already closed curtains and could see nothing
except the twinkle of the stars and the lights on in the house of my
nearest neighbour half a mile away.
I went back to the table where all my nail care products were still lying
and started to pack them away in the storage box that would go back under
the stairs. That done I sat down again feeling the still warm seat through
my thin tight figure hugging dress. Crossing my stocking clad legs I
really relished the feel of them inside my dress so that my now little
clit tried to harden inside my panty girdle again.
Returning slavishly to my nails I studied them carefully and I decided
that I would give them another coat of ordinary clear laquer from the
bottle that I had left behind. So I loaded the brush with some liquid and
then carefully applied it to my gracefully long fingernails before blowing
on them.
Life was certainly going to be interesting with nails this long and this
permanent. As I inspected my work again, I heard the shocking and
disturbing sound of what I thought was breaking glass coming from the back
door.
Before I had been excited at how I'd transformed my look so I couldn't
change it easily or quickly back into being outwardly male again and now I
was really quite scared. I wasn't out yet as transgendered and here I was
dressed in my very best sexy underwear, my new green dress, long
impossible to remove gel nails, 4" green stiletto sandals and my best
blonde shoulder length wig that I'd woven into my own long hair so it
would stay on and not be able to come off without a lot of work.
"Who's there?" I cried out in the most feminine sounding, scared voice I
could manage. I didn't budge from my seat as I was by this time quite
scared.
There was no reply but I was then sure there was an intruder as I heard
another noise from inside the house.
"Oh God," I said to out loud to myself genuinely afraid. "If you don't
leave, I'll call the police!" I shouted not sure if the intruder had heard
me.
I unscrewed my nail polish remover bottle top figuring I could throw the
liquid at whoever came into the room. Some of that in the eye would cause
serious injury I decided. Looking around there was nothing else I could
use as a weapon and I couldn't reach the house phone in the hallway. I
also realized that I'd left my mobile phone inside my suit jacket and it
was hanging up in the spare bedroom where I now kept all my boy clothes.
Next I heard a curse as the intruder had obviously stumbled into my
upright vacuum cleaner in the darkness. I knew he was outside the door and
then I was suddenly confronted by a large guy framed in the open living
room door. He wearing nothing more than jeans and a T shirt while his long
curly hair was untidy and along with two day old stubble he wore a
moustache.
"Don't make another sound lady!" he ordered gruffly clearing his throat.
I could see he was carrying a very large knife in his big right hand.
Having done my own nails to feminine perfection I could see that in
contrast his were dirty and broken. He had huge muscles in his arms and
was obviously much stronger than limp wristed me.
"What do you want? Get out of my house!" I cried as shrilly as I could
hoping he wouldn't realize my true identity. My nails suddenly forgotten I
stood up unsteadily and nervously in my heels feeling the massive pressure
on my toes and ankles.
"I need some money lady!" He replied moving confidently towards me. I
could see that even without the knife I was no match for him physically.
He was much stronger, with strong bare arm muscles and broad shoulders.
Physically I was no match for him and I really felt genuinely afraid.
"I.... I don't have that much cash," I replied gently lifting up my small
ladies wallet from my handbag. I opened it and carefully took out two
twenties and two fives. "This is all I have at home so just take it and
please leave," I pleaded proffering the money.
He grabbed the money but unexpectedly also grabbed my hand pulling me
towards him.
"What's a pretty girl like you living all alone out here in the sticks?"
He asked as he stuffed the money into his jean pocket and then grabbed my
hand tighter so it hurt. He twisted my fingers back and threatened to
break my wrist.
"Let's see those rings!" he ordered looking at my hands. "Those will do
too!"
"Oh please! Not my rings!" I whined and then lied. "They are only of
sentimental value and belonged to my late mother. They're really not worth
anything."
"They might make me a few quid down the pub," he replied starting to
remove what had been my ex-wife's wedding and engagement rings I'd had
enlarged to fit my own wedding ring finger.
"Look I'll do anything but please don't take my rings," I pleaded in
despair as he pocketed the old rings into the same pocket as the cash.
"Anything?" he asked wondering how much I would do to stop him.
I nodded reluctantly looking up at him through my long false eyelashes
hopefully wondering what he would ask for. I was soon to find out.
"OK then let's see if that pretty mouth of yours is any good at sucking
cock!"
"You are kidding me right?" I whined but clearly he was serious as he
started to push down on my shoulders. He easily forced me down into a
kneeling position in front of him and there was nothing I could do to stop
him. Reluctantly I was kneeling in front of him and staring at the zip on
his jeans. I was so close I could smell the faint odour of stale urine
from him. It made me want to throw up.
"Come on honey! You should know what to do next. Undo the button and pull
down the zip of my jeans if you can with those long nails of yours."
"I... I don't think I can," I replied hoping that would be a good enough
reason to stop there. "My nails are too long."
"If that's all that's stopping you then here let me help you out some," he
said grinning as he undid the silver top button and then pulled down the
zip. "Now you do the rest!" he commanded as he exposed his white jockey
shorts and the jeans fell down to his knees.
So with a heavy heart, I reluctantly gently eased his shorts down to
expose what turned out to be a huge hard cock of at least 7" long which
stuck out obscenely towards my face.
"I'm waiting!" he said simply.
I looked up at him through my long false and mascara coated eyelashes
pleadingly.
"You should be flattered that you make me that hard. Now suck it like a
good girl should!" He then took my head in his hands and pulled me closer
towards the tip of his hard cock.
I dreaded the taste but realizing I had really little alternative but to
comply, I stuck my tongue out of my painted lips and gently licked the tip
of his cock.
"That's it baby! See that wasn't so bad now was it?" he said but then
pushed his cock deep into my mouth impatiently.
I choked or would have thrown up if he hadn't withdrawn it immediately.
However the respite was only temporary as he pushed in again so his cock
rammed against the back of my throat.
So I found my mouth being fucked by his cock. I was urged on to swallow
more and more of him and to suck more enthusiastically. I tried lord
knows I tried to relax and enjoy it but I was scared to death he would
discover my little secret that I wasn't a real woman.
So after about 15 minutes of me sucking him off and the extreme taste of
his cock becoming less severe, I actually started to get some enjoyment
out of it as I watched his face writhe and contort with the pleasure I was
obviously giving him. I also began to relax a little that he had been here
a while and had yet to discover me.
So I cupped his balls and used my nails to scrape the skin on his back and
sides. At that he seemed to think he could take things a lot further than
I had wanted.
"Oh so you want to play?" he asked pulling me up on to my two feet again.
My knees were sore from kneeling in such an extreme position and he then
turned me around before I could protest started to undo the zip at the
rear of my dress.
"What are you doing?" I asked feeling the spaghetti straps being eased off
my bare shoulders and the dress falling to the floor leaving me standing
in my suspender belt, stockings, matching bra and panty girdle and nothing
else. "You don't want to add rape to your problems too?" I said seriously.
"This wont be no rape," he said seriously wrong. "You are just gagging for
me to screw you."
He grabbed my wrist and forcibly pulled me over to a stool by the fire.
Then he ordered me to sit. With him being so much bigger and stronger I
reluctantly complied. So sitting in my matching green bra, panties,
suspender belt and black stockings he ordered me to unhitch my bra.
With my long nails I took a few seconds to undo the clasp behind my back
and slowly uncupped my breasts. My padded bra drew some scorn from him.
"You need a boob job lady!" He declared seeing the padding inside the bra.
"They cost too much," I replied and honestly added. "But yes I am hoping
to have something done soon."
At that he reached forward, grabbed my small nipples and squeezed them
both hard.
"Not only that your nipples are small," he said releasing them both.
"Ow that fucking hurts!" I cried out loud. He was the first person to see
my self medicated breasts and despite their size they had made him want to
touch them.
"Quit whining!" He barked moving his hands down past my waist to my high
cut panty panty girdle. He put his thumbs inside the elastic waistband and
then tried to pull it down.
"Wait!" I exclaimed trying to stop him with my arms in front of me in case
he should see more than I wanted.
"Don't tell me to wait honey!" he replied angrily and then proceeded to
inch my panty girdle down.
I was petrified. I was sure he could see the bulge in my panty girdle
despite its extra tight construction. However it wasn't until it was
pulled down onto my thighs that he exclaimed. "What the fuck is this?"
"It's my.... my clit," I replied optimistically. It was all I could think
of saying.
"Fuck me if that isn't the biggest clit I've ever seen!" he laughed and
then played with it. "So you are one of them trannies and not a real woman
at all!" It wasn't a question.
"Yeah I am. I am going to live as a woman full time soon," I replied
thinking honesty might be the best policy.
"Honey," he said. "Apart from that clit you sure look and sound like a
real woman. Some bigger titties, a juicy pussy and you sure would look
the business!"
"Thanks," I replied to his unexpected compliment. It was all I could say.
"However," he said. "This big clit of yours doesn't fix my immediate
problem."
"What's that?" I asked.
"That I still need to fucking unload!" he said slightly angrily.
"Unload?"
"Yes you know cum," he replied still stroking his massive cock. His was
maybe three times the size of mine fully erect. "And I don't think sucking
me off is gonna work despite your good tongue and lips."
It was beginning to dawn on me what exactly he wanted and it would involve
another big first for me.
"You're not serious?" I queried now suddenly very alarmed that he wanted
to fuck my ass.
"Very serious," he replied. "Besides you can hardly stop me now with those
puny little girly muscles of yours now can you?"
I knew he was right as he took my hand and with only a little resistance
from me I allowed myself to be pulled towards my new sofa. He sat me down
and then shocked me by kissing me fully on the lips. I couldn't stop him
as he put his tongue in my mouth and explored it. I could feel his lips
smearing my recently carefully applied lipstick. My long false eyelashes
beating away as I opened and closed my eyes with each invasion of his bad
tasting tongue.
"You sure taste good honey," he said getting his breath back. It was more
than could be said for him. I was sure I could taste cheap wine or cider
from him. "Do you have any liquid soap honey?" He asked suddenly.
"No I only use bars of soap," I lied.
"Oh I know," he said and he quickly got up and went into my kitchen
holding his jeans with one hand so they didn't fall onto the floor.
Before I could move off the sofa he was back with a small cup full of my
very expensive extra virgin olive oil. How ironic I thought extra virgin
being used to help take my anal virginity.
So he then poured some of the oil over my opening and worked his finger in
and out to spread it making a mess of the sofa in the process. Then he
poured some onto his cock.
"Are you ready for me?" He asked.
I nodded but was still upset and fearful at this big step into the
unknown. One thing was sure. He didn't really care if I was ready or
not as clearly he was.
So with my legs resting up on his shoulders and my spike heels pointing
towards the ceiling, he started to push his massive dick into me. The
actual pressure on my ass seemed indescribable but I couldn't stop the
penetration as he was just too strong. It actually felt a relief when he
pushed in past my sphincter and suddenly started to fill me up with his
monster.
"Oh god," I exclaimed as he started to move in and out slowly.
"That's it honey! Take it all! Now just relax and enjoy it," he said
soothingly.
I lay on my back with my feet pointing toward the ceiling as this thief
and rapist took my ass again and again. After the initial shock I found
myself actually starting to enjoy it. I could feel him deep inside me
with each now painless thrust. In time I actually responded back much to
his delight.
"That's it honey!" he said. "That isn't so bad now is it?"
"No," I replied simply.
"No what?" He barked.
"No Sir?" I said quizzically.
"That's better," he replied lunging much deeper than ever so I actually
screamed in sudden shock and pain.
He put his hand over my mouth and whispered, "Hush."
I nodded and then he carried on fucking my ass for what must have been 15
minutes before suddenly he jerked to a halt which meant he had cum inside
me. I lay back closing my eyes and he pointed out that my own cum was
oozing out of me onto my new sofa.
He pulled out of me and then kissed me softly on the lips.
"Here are your rings back, seeing as you were such a good girl. And baby
you were very good."
"Thanks," I replied sitting up and making a grab for my bra and panties to
put them back on again.
"I did enjoy that," he said standing up and buckling the belt on his
jeans.
I stood up unsteadily feeling his cum oozing out of my ass and my own
discharge dribbling out of my front.
"I don't suppose you have any tampons do you honey?" He asked suddenly.
"Yes in my purse," I replied pointing to it on the table.
He walked over to it and took one of the thin high aborbancy tampons
before returning to me. "Here stick this up your ass!" He ordered.
So reluctantly and obediently I lowered my panty girdle again. Applied
some of the oil to the cardboard tube and slipped the cotton bullet shaped
plug inside me.
"There now that should stop you messing up your panty," he said smiling as
I felt for my bra and fastened it up. "Yes baby some bigger tits would
really help you."
"Like I said I am saving up for saline implant surgery," I replied.
That made him smile. "Here take your fifty back then and put it towards
your new titties."
"Well thanks," I replied quite stunned by his gesture.
With his belt fastened up he made to walk towards the living room door. I
walked with him just in my bra, panty girdle and stockings shivering
slightly through fear and apprehension. I switched on the hall light and
showed him to the front door.
"Don't disappoint me now honey. I'll be back soon to check on your
progress," he said as he slipped outside into the cold night air.
"Yes Sir," I replied dutifully.
With that he was gone and all I had was the full feeling of the tampon up
my ass. I rushed to the bathroom and hooked up my douche. I filled the
pouch with warm soapy water and inserted the nozzle without pulling out
the tampon. The warm water made it swell but I was able to remove it as I
discharged into the toilet bowl.
I stripped off all of my sexy clothing and stepped into the shower with my
toothbrush in my mouth. I wanted to be completely clean inside and out as
I realised many real women felt after similar situations.
So an hour after he had gone, I lay on my bed sobbing my eyes out still
feeling the violation that had occurred deep in my ass. I was relieved
that was all that I had suffered. He knew that I wouldn't go to the police
to broadcast that I was trans so had obviously decided that it was worth
the risk leaving me alive.
Fortunately I never saw him again and within two years of that day I had a
fully functioning pussy and wonderful D cup breasts. A good curvy 38D-29-
35 figure was the prize I had always wanted and with a little facial
feminization I was completely passable.
The end.
Elaine (c) 2014
Email is [email protected]
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