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Life After Bikini Beach: Chapter 6
I'm soaked in my bathtub after getting home from Hooters. This, again,
was something Ryan never did. It was a hell of a lot easier fitting in a
bathtub when you were only 5'2" 105 as opposed to 6'2" 220. I must admit,
I wondered why I was so big as a guy, and small as a girl. I wondered how
Bikini Beach's magic worked. Had I become the girl I would have grown up
to be had my chromosomes been XX instead of XY? Or, had I become my own
dream-girl?
It didn't really matter. I was Tasha, and I no intention of entering the
Merry-go-Round again in the hopes of a better result. I LOVED this body.
There simply was no way I was going to put those fabulous orgasms at risk
by trying to improve upon what was already a really good body.
I was also relieved that Mike, apparently, was coming around. I can
understand that he was shocked that his best friend decided to become a
woman. I imagine he was wondering if he might have done the same thing
had he "lost" the coin flip and had become "Michelle" for the dance. Of
course, I didn't see becoming Tasha as "losing" in any way. Not now. I
thanked my lucky stars that Mike had decided to spring for passes to
Bikini Beach after we had spotted it while driving home from football
camp. I also thanked God that I had called "heads" on the coin flip more
just before the dance. I was even happier that that slut Emily Rodgers
was out of the picture. And that Stephanie James had been unable to
attract his attention, despite being on the cheer squad.
I twisted in the tub so that my shapely ass pointed in the air as I
looked down at myself. Tails was a really great result.
I must confess, I would have been devastated if I had become a woman,
given myself to Mike, while risking pregnancy and STD's, without him
wanting to continue our relationship. Taking those kind of chances to
satisfy my desire, and having him walk away, would have been humiliating.
My cell phone rang. I sat up in the tub and reached for my Android LG,
which I had placed on a low shelf.
It was Mike.
I said, "Hi."
He wasn't in the mood for polite chit chat. "Did you really get that
lifetime pass? Or are you fucking with me?"
"Well, Michael, I'd think we're both fucking with each other. And, yes, I
did buy a lifetime pass."
We were both silent for a long time.
Finally, he asked, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you do it?"
I shifted in the tub and said, "Because, I liked it."
"What?"
"Everything."
"Do you mean the sex?"
I had to think about this answer. The blunt truth was that yes, I had
indeed become Tasha for the sex. But, I didn't want Mike to know that. I
was a afraid he'd start thinking of me as some kind of walking blow-up
doll. If he starting thinking that, my every Tasha instinct told me that
sooner or later he'd get bored with me.
So I replied, "Among other things."
"Did you always want to be a girl?"
This was another question I had to think about. The answer was that, no,
I had never even considered the possibility. I was perfectly happy as
Ryan and my only fascination with women before Bikini Beach had been to
find an attractive girlfriend. It was only after I had experienced the
sexual charge of being Tasha at the dance that I had begun to enjoy the
female experience. What I wanted, however, was for Mike to think of me as
a "real" girl while still remembering our friendship. If I said, "yes" to
this question, I would turn his old friend Ryan into someone he couldn't
relate to--even in memory. If I said, "no" then Tasha might turn into
something less than a "genuine" woman in his mind.
I extended my phone as far from myself as I could, and set the back the
zoom. I turned the camera toward my naked body and took a selfie. Then I
sent it to him through Snapchat.
I asked, "Does it really matter? I am one now."
I heard him gasp as he opened the pic, before he remembered he wasn't
supposed to react. I swished the water in my tub so he could hear that
the pic reflected current reality.
"Goddamn. You really are a bitch."
I giggled. "I know. And admit it. You like me."
I must confess, teasing him was fun. He wanted me. I knew he wanted me.
And, I was making sure he knew that I knew he wanted me. Of course, I
loved getting fucked just as much as he liked fucking me. Yet, keeping
him unsure of that made him value me.
Crap. Is it any wonder that relationships are fucked up?
I had thought that Mike and I could get around a lot of the head games
that our friends seemed to get caught up in. Yet, I had been Tasha less
than 24 hours and found that we couldn't avoid male/female pitfalls.
Maybe it was because we were young. Maybe it was because I really hadn't
had a "relationship" before. Maybe, it was because what I wanted from
Mike, as Tasha, was quite a bit different from when I had been Ryan.
He replied, "How can I not? You being equipped with a body like
that...just isn't fair."
"Are you complaining?"
He laughed. "I know better."
"Good."
We fell silent until I say in my best little girl voice, "Tomorrow is
going to be weird."
He snorted. "We've been living in the world of weird. How is tomorrow any
different?"
"It'll be the first day I go to school as a girl."
I had been to a dance. I had cheered at a football game. But, I had not
attended class as Tasha. I had memories of doing it. I even knew my
schedule, which was a bit different than Ryan's. Yet, remembering it and
actually doing it were two different things. And, my little girl voice
wasn't entirely acting. I really was scared.
After a fairly long silence, he said, "I'll pick you up."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks. What time?"
"7:30."
"I'll be ready."
I hung up the phone.
I was shocked how good it felt to know that my boyfriend would be taking
me to school tomorrow. I guess the feeling came from the security of know
that at least one person would have my back, no matter how strange things
were tomorrow. At least Mike would be able to guess what I was going
through. And I could talk about it with him. He pretty much had to listen
to me.
Or he wouldn't get sex.
Speaking of sex, I suddenly realized I was very horny. Losing my
virginity to Mike, and the conversation I had with "Grandmother" at
Bikini Beach, forced me to confront the reality that I loved sex.
With guys.
What I really wanted to do was call Mike back and invite him over to fuck
my brains out. Aside from blowing any chance of him not knowing how badly
I wanted it, my parents might not like the idea very much. Even I
realized I could not keep having sex at the pace I really wanted. Even on
birth control and using condoms, I could still get pregnant if I engaged
in enough sex. I decided this might be a good time to try out the
vibrator Tasha--correction--I had stashed in my box of tampons.
I jumped out of the tub and dried myself off with a large beach-sized
towel. I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and reached into my large
Tampax box to pull out my big pink dildo. I had only recently discovered
how to hit my "G-spot" less than three months before, and now I intended
to put that self-knowledge to good use.
I walked naked into my room with my dildo in hand. I switched off my
light and slid into bed. I tried to think of Mike naked, and wet from the
shower, with an engorged penis. I slid my right forefinger in to my
vagina while cupping my right breast with my left hand while I tried to
visualize the recent past in my mind.
I thought about wearing my cheer uniform for him on Friday.
I thought about showing him my bare vagina in his pool house.
I thought about how helpless I felt as I multiple orgasms racked my body
while locked in his arms.
Only then did I switch on my dildo and slide it into my now-slick vagina.
I gasped as the vibrating device passed my pussy lips. I only had to
probe for a short time, before I hit the spot that turned me on like a
Christmas tree. It took all of my self-will not to scream into my
darkened bedroom. The idea of my father, my little brother Travis, and my
mom waking up to my shouts flashed across my mind, but I was so overcome
with pleasure that I couldn't laugh at my imagined shame. I turned onto
my stomach and buried my mouth into my pillow to muffle the noise as I
groaned.
Soon enough, I felt the wonder of orgasm wash over my mind. Suddenly, for
at least those few moments, everything was right with the world. I had no
doubts about my choice to become Tasha, no fear of going to school
tomorrow as a girl, and no regrets for abandoning my future as Ryan. I
was Tasha. And I just loved being a girl.
After I came, I lay in my bed with the afterglow. That's one of the
things I really liked about being female--the afterglow lasted much
longer. Of course, what I didn't like, was the wet spot that I had
created with my pussy juice. But, since I had a queen bed, I just moved
to a dry side.
I didn't bother to put on night clothes. I wanted to stay raw.
I turned over onto my back, while still lightly rubbing my clitoris to
keep the warm feeling flowing through my body, and looked up at the white
lace canopy above my bed. The glow from a distant streetlight filtered
into my room through the mostly-closed venetian blinds that covered my
window. A part of me wanted to get out of bed, turn on my bedroom light,
raise my blinds, and pose naked in front of a non-existent audience. I
wanted to throw open my window and scream to the world, "I'm a girl! I'm
a girl! I'm a girl!"
I have to admit, the joyous feeling that welled up from the depths of my
soul shocked me. I had never, ever wanted this before. I had never even
considered the possibility as Ryan. And, now, I wanted to shake my
boobies, and grind my caboose, in front of an open window.
The idea felt sexy.
Am I really so shallow that the most profound meaning of my life is
defined by sexual pleasure?
Right now, that sure felt like the most important thing in the world. I
hoped that I could someday grow sated with my sexuality. The cold
rational part of me that still existed under the pink orgasmic clouds
that flooded my brain knew that if I allowed myself to remain a slave to
sensual pleasures, I would end up used and pathetic.
But, right then, I didn't care about that danger. All I wanted to do was
to see if I could induce a multiple orgasm through self-stimulation.
I switched my dildo back on, determined to find out before morning.
I learned yet another profound lesson that night: self discovery is fun!
Louise
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