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I awoke to the feeling of gentle kissing and sucking on my nipples.
Instinctively, I clung to Natalie, her fingernails lightly digging into
my back.
"A guy could get used to waking up like this," I said softly.
"How would you know?" she answered, teasingly.
"Hmm?"
Her hand slid down my body and cupped my pussy.
"How would you know?" she whispered.
A couple of fingers entered my sex.
"It's just us girls here," she whispered as she nibble at my breast, her
fingers dancing within me.
"Very funny," I replied, playing at being a bit wounded.
"You may pretend to be my husband at work, but you're my wet little
wifey now."
"Is that really how you feel about me?" I asked, quite curiously.
"Do I think of you as my wife since you changed? I was just teasing,"
she answered. "But, maybe I'm starting to think of you like that. It all
seems so natural, so perfect. I never imagined I would fall in love with
it like this."
"I know what you mean."
"Should I call Rachel about Friday?" she asked. "Postpone your changing
back? We could have dinner with her that night instead."
"Perfect."
"I'm so glad you want to extend this for a month," Natalie said. "You
saved me from some rather intense begging."
"Oh, don't let me stop you."
She kissed my left nipple, sucked on it, and pulled away until it
slipped from her lips. I moaned, clenching my thighs around her hand.
"I do have one thing I could beg you for," Natalie said with a hint of
mischief in her voice.
"I shall hear your plea."
"You know we both were attracted to that woman with the big boobs at
brunch the other day? I can't stop thinking about how sexy you would
look with bigger breasts," she said softly.
I couldn't help but emit a small moan of arousal at her suggestion.
"That doesn't sound like begging," I said, trying to sound aloof.
"Please, Mike, I would be very grateful if you let me grow your boobs,"
she said with mock subservience. "I would make you very glad you had
them. Please, my love. I know you must have thought about it. I know it
would be sadly impractical to be as big as that woman, but I know we
could hide more than you have. Please, Mike? Please grant this little
request. Rachel said she would help if we wanted anything else. We could
take care of it after our dinner with her. I promise to make it the most
sensual month of your life."
How was I to refuse that? How could I deny that I was also wishing for
just what she was asking for? So, I answered with a simple "okay."
Natalie thanked me with an aggressive kiss on the lips. I arched my back
as our tongues danced in my mouth.
Natalie broke off the kiss with an impish smile and reminded me that we
had to get ready for work.
"Are you trying to leave me on a low-boil for the day?" I whined.
She feigned ignorance for but a moment before that smile of hers
betrayed her.
"Think of it as coming attractions, my love," she said as she slid out
of my grasp and got out of bed.
When I finally got to the office, I was in a better mood for starting a
work day than I had been in years. The secretary, Sarah, described me as
positively glowing, which made me chuckle to myself. I'm sure that my
co-workers all thought I had just gotten laid, and that was the
explanation for my mood. There were a few comments and jokes about my
improved mood, and I let everyone think just what they wanted to.
At lunch, I got a call from Natalie letting me know that we were all set
for Rachel on Friday night. I thanked her for calling Rachel because I
would have been too embarrassed to ask myself. I told her how much I
trusted her and how much I enjoyed letting myself be put in her hands.
It was a wicked conversation which I had to keep innocent on my side in
case somebody passed by my desk. When it was over, I still had half an
hour left on my lunch break, and headed to the men's room.
The restroom was empty, so I found a stall and pulled down my pants. I
was wearing a pair of pink cotton panties today, and had forgone the
boxers over them this time. When I finished peeing and wiping, I
couldn't help but take a moment to reflect on how much I loved what I
had become. I thought about my secret anatomy and how I would soon have
bigger breasts.
It got me quite aroused just thinking about it. My nipples grew stiff,
virtually begging for me to touch them. Then I realized it was the
perfect opportunity to do something about it. That got me even hotter.
So, I did what anyone in my situation would have done. I masturbated.
I rubbed my clit, then stuck my fingers deep into my snatch. I reached
under my shirt and pinched and tugged my womanly nipples. I had myself
huffing and panting. My foot was stomping, and my throat could only stop
95% of the moans my body was trying to make. It wasn't pretty, delicate,
or beautiful. It was just me getting off quickly because I wanted to.
For so much of the time since getting altered, I had felt vulnerable. I
felt like having a woman's sex rather than a man's made me inherently in
danger. But as I fingered myself to my second restroom-orgasm, I felt
powerful in my femininity. I felt like I was in charge.
When I finally staggered to my feet and washed up, I had an entirely new
feeling about myself. I went into that restroom looking forward to the
next month passively happening to me, I walked out of the restroom ready
to rock it.
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