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The Neighbor Next Door
By Gurl Friday
Of course you're shocked. That's a completely natural reaction. But
I'm sure you will be able to understand. Before long, you'll be able to
accept this and maybe even see this as a really good thing. I really
hope so, especially that last part. Because once you see this as
something positive, something good for everyone concerned, things will
fall into place a lot better.
It will help if I explain how things got to this stage, to this point in
progression, with me. We have known each other for about a year now,
right? From the first week that Gina and I moved into the neighborhood.
I mean, we're next door neighbors, so of course we know each other. We
would say hello while doing yard work or taking out the garbage. We'd
sometimes wave goodbye or hello when one or the other of us was leaving
the house or returning home. That sort of thing. Nothing like what you
would call close, but cordial. More like that. Neighborly. And that's
pretty much how things stood between the two of us until quite recently.
Cordial neighbors, but nothing more.
Gina and Joon, though, they became something more than just neighbors.
Not immediately, but certainly within the first couple of months after
Gina and I moved in, the two of them started to develop a fast
friendship. Gina liked to drop in on Joon and the two of them would
chat about this thing or the other something. I'm pretty sure you got
used to Gina coming over, since she does it a lot. You must have seen
their friendship develop, and grow with each passing month. Those two
got to be, as the saying goes, as thick as thieves. They would be
intensely discussing some topic when you entered the room - maybe the
kitchen, maybe the family room, maybe even your bedroom on occasion -
but would clam up on your arrival. Or maybe change the subject of the
conversation. Perhaps you noticed that, perhaps it was sufficiently
subtle that it never quite registered for you, other than a vague sense
that Gina and Joon were a kind of club. A club that did not include
you.
Oh, I'm sure they were very nice about it. I'm sure that they would
greet you warmly enough, or ask you a question as a way of pretending to
draw you into their conversation. But it was, if you think back on it,
exactly that: their conversation. Theirs. Not yours.
Intimate. That's the word. Gina was intimate with Joon, and Joon was
intimate with Gina. They were friends, sure, but it went beyond that.
Fellow conspirators, perhaps. I can only think that you must have been
mystified about just precisely what they were conspiring about, though.
Yes, I know about this. I became privy to enough of what was going on
that I could stitch together the pieces and see the whole quilt, as it
were. It's not like I have every detail, certainly, but enough. I can
fill in the rest. You can trust me on this.
Okay, back to me, to my situation. It started with Gina putting a
finger up my rear. Yes, really. Gina and I had been dating for a few
weeks and while our early courtship was not textbook standard, on the
surface it may have seemed so. We went out to dinner. We would "do"
things together, like going to see live music, or a movie, or drive out
to the countryside. Before long, we were having sex. Pretty normal
stuff, although Gina really liked being on top. She was a little bit
aggressive, actually. That was just fine with me. I was more than
happy to eat out her pussy while she straddled my face. Her thighs
would clench my head and hold me tight as my tongue danced over her
clitoris. She would have at least an orgasm, maybe two, then slide down
and engulf my penis in her slippery pussy. It was great sex and we both
really enjoyed it.
One time, we had been out late and started our sexual interlude with me
really tired. I ate her out, as usual, but my penis did not want to get
completely hard. Gina only smiled and repositioned herself between my
legs. She took my semi-hard member into her mouth. (Now that I think
about it, while I without fail went down on her, she hardly ever did the
same to me.) She started playing her tongue around the head - much like
I did with her clitoris. I got turned on, very much so, but still was
less than completely hard. It had been a very long day, and I was
frankly exhausted. But Gina did not give up. Imagine how surprised I
was when she wet one of her fingers and slid it up my ass. I had never
had anything up there before. Well, that did the trick. I quickly
came, and in buckets. Gina seemed really happy, and rewarded me with a
sloppy wet kiss. During which a lot of my semen ended up in my mouth.
"You liked that, didn't you?" she asked me with a sly expression on her
face. I attempted to demur on an answer, but she pressed the point.
"You liked having something up your bottom. Admit it. You liked
feeling full down there." She had me, and I acquiesced on the point.
Her tone changed into a silky purr, "It feels nice to be filled up,
doesn't it? That's how girls feel." I think I may have blushed.
As I said, that was the start. Our sex play changed after that. As
before, I would lap at her pussy as she sat on my face, pinioning me
between her large, strong thighs. Sometimes she would mount my
erection, but she stopped riding me to my climax. Instead, she would
reposition so that she could tongue the head of my penis while playing
with my ass. She would insert a lubed finger and move it around until I
came. Soon, she was finger fucking me with one or two well-oiled
digits. This always ended with a powerful orgasm for me. Then, one day
she gave me a surprise - rather than her fingers, she slipped a dildo
into my rear. It felt huge! I felt completely penetrated, completely
filled. I emitted a small cry of fear and helplessness as my ass was
violated by that large, insistent intruder. Gina's own breathing had
turned husky with lust as she thrust the artificial cock into me and
slid it gently but firmly around inside me. I came with a prolonged,
violent shudder and a small whimper of surrender.
It's sort of amusing now to think on that night, that defining incident,
and describe that dildo as "huge." In point of fact, it was not very
big at all. About five inches long, and a bit more than an inch wide.
(Pretty close to the size of my penis, actually. I rather doubt that
was coincidence, either.) Now when Gina fucks me she uses a much larger
dildo.
After the dildo initiation, our sex life once again made a shift in
pattern. Some kissing, a long session with Gina riding my face, then an
artificial cock buried in my ass, worked relentlessly in and out while
Gina gave me a handjob, until I came. I sort of missed putting my
little penis inside her pussy, but my orgasms were great, so everything
was okay. And Gina clearly got off on this. Usually she would want me
to eat her again after I came, because she was so turned on. But I had
to lick her sticky fingers clean first. Semen tastes pretty good, you
know.
Gina decided that I was squirming around too much when she fucked my
rear. So she started to introduce bondage into the repertoire. She
bought a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a wide leather
collar, for me. At first I was tied spread-eagled on the bed, but that
made access to my ass too difficult. So instead I flipped over face
down, my ankles were clipped to a short spreader bar to keep my legs
apart, and my hands were bound together and then secured to headboard of
our bed. The net effect is that I was held face down, ass up. From
that angle, Gina could really work that dildo in and out of me.
It was pretty clear to both of us that Gina was completely in charge,
sexually. Not surprisingly, this tended to spill over into the rest of
our relationship. Did I mention that I was already, by this time,
shaving all my body hair? Well, all but a small patch above my penis.
Gina had convinced me that I would look a lot better if I removed the
somewhat sparse hair from my chest, legs, rear, and arms. She said she
really liked the smooth look, and once I gave in she routinely
complemented me on how nice my smooth, hairless body looked and felt.
Needless to say, I was also very diligent about shaving my face. She
gave me some lotion that seemed to help slow down regrowth, so that I
did not need to shave quite so often. After a while, it started to make
quite a difference.
In contrast, the hair on my head was now much longer. Again, this was
thanks to Gina's influence. She interceded a few times when I intended
to get my hair cut, and as it grew out she paid it a lot of attention
and gave me lots of positive comments about how sexy it looked as it got
longer and thicker. She had me start using some of her hair care
products to help give my hair a nice, healthy sheen to it. My blondish
hair was now all one length and down around my shoulders. Usually I
kept it brushed back in a low pony tail.
My wardrobe had also begun to change. Gina stated that she absolutely
hated my underwear and insisted that instead I wear something that
looked better. Cotton bikini-style briefs replaced my shorts, and that
was that. She did not like my jeans, either, saying they looked baggy
and completely out of style. She bought me some new jeans that were
really tight through the thigh and butt, and slim down to the ankles.
The crotch did not leave a lot of room, either. And forget about
getting anything into the pockets. I started to carry my phone, wallet,
and keys in a little bag she bought for me.
As I mentioned earlier, Gina was sort of the leader in our relationship.
She was the one who initiated sex, and it was her preferences that set
the agenda for what happened in the bedroom. She decided, after we had
been dating for a few months, that it was time that we moved in
together. I gave up my apartment and started living in her house. That
meant throwing out a lot of my stuff that was now unnecessary. I guess
most of my old things were unnecessary. My closet was swapped out with
new pants and shirts that Gina bought for me. My old clothes were
donated to a local charity. As a rule, my new pants and jeans were slim
fitting. More of a tailored look, Gina commented. Although one pair of
slacks were tight around my rear but wide and loose through the leg. My
new shirts were also a tailored fit, some with three-quarter length
sleeves. I had trouble with the buttons at first, until I realized
these manufacturers put them on the other side. That was an easy
adjustment to make. In general, I was happy to dress as Gina wanted me
to dress. She was very pleased with my new look, and let me know it.
I was having trouble, though, with some of my new slacks because the
inseam was too long. I was ready to have them hemmed when Gina said she
had a better idea. She bought me some new shoes, sort of an oxford
style, with taller heels than my other shoes. The legs of the pants now
hung straight, like they were supposed to. I was a little self-
conscious about the heels, but the pant legs basically covered them, so
after I got used to walking in them, everything seemed okay. At least
until Gina got me another pair of loose-fitting pants with an even
longer inseam. Once more, she got me another pair of shoes with an even
taller heel. I wanted to complain, but they did look fine with these
new pants.
It was soon after I started living with her that Gina changed things
again in the bedroom. I had licked her wonderful pussy to a pair of
orgasms and was bound as usual, with my ass up in the air. But instead
of a regular dildo, Gina had a new toy - an 8 inch long strapon held
around her hips with a leather harness. I panicked a little when I saw
that monster dangling lewdly from her out-thrust hips. It was much
longer and considerably wider than the previous dildos. I pleaded with
her that it was too big, that it would split me in two. She grinned a
mischievous grin, cooed at me that it would be all right, that her big,
heavy cock would be gentle with my tight little hole, and proceeded to
use her fingers to work a generous glob of lubricant into me. I begged
her not to do this, to let me go, that I was scared. She tried to
soothe me, caressing my dangly parts as her fingers opened me up.
Eventually my asshole relaxed and relented to her probing digits. She
had at least three fingers up me by this point. I felt those fingers
slide out of my bottom, and then felt the enlarged head of her giant
cock start to push its way into me. It was so big! I tried harder to
relax, knowing this would go better for me if I did. Gina pushed a
little more, and the tip spread my hole and slid in. I gasped. My
breathing was ragged. Gina eased back slightly, then moved forward
again, more of that cock working its way in. She let me get used to
this new intruder, waiting for me to calm down a bit and relax again.
Then, once more she eased out only to thrust forward once more, and her
massive dick buried itself all the way into me.
I felt like I was going to pass out. I could not believe how full I
felt. I could not believe how good it felt to be so full. Before, I
had enjoyed the slim dildos with which my lover had played with me, but
this was something different, something at a new level. Yes, partly
this was just the sheer size of the cock in my ass. But partly, this
was because Gina was not just playing with me, she was fucking me.
Fucking me like a girl gets fucked. She could tell what this was doing
to me, physically and emotionally. She started to fuck me properly,
moving her hard dick in and out of my hole. "You are now truly my
bitch," she said. And I was. I was her bitch, I confessed. "Beg for
my dick," she said. And I did.
And then I was coming. The wave of a huge orgasm washed over me, shook
me, made me tremble. Gina pressed up tight to me, and I could feel her
coming too. Frankly, I'm not sure if her orgasm was the result of the
blunt end of the strapon rubbing against her clit or the sight of her
little bitch convulsing under her. Frankly, I don't think either of us
cared. It was wonderful.
After that night, we had a long talk. "Do you like getting fucked like
a girl gets fucked?" she asked. I could only admit that I did. "Do you
like dressing in girl's clothing? You know you are doing that now, all
the time, don't you?" Yes, I did know. It's funny, but until she asked
me outright I had pretended not to notice. Of course I had noticed. Of
course I had liked it, at first because it made her happy, then later
because it felt right, somehow. I told her as much, and she seemed
super pleased at my answer. "It's going to be easier now that we don't
have to pretend you are anything except my girl," she told me.
She was right, of course. The next weekend we went shopping for things
for me. We did it together, instead of her bringing clothing home for
me. And although I was terrified and maybe a bit mortified, it was also
liberating. We started by buying me some more panties. Specifically,
some control panties that would help make me smooth front to back. Next
up were bras. That was really new for me. Gina got one of the
saleswomen to measure me and I was allowed to try several on, to make
sure they fit correctly. I'm a 36A, by the way. I got several styles
and colors, including a black one that pushed my chest up into
surprisingly authentic cleavage and a pink one with matching panties
that made me feel incredibly girly. Gina wanted me to start dressing
more sexy for her in bed, so we also got some thigh-high stockings, a
garter belt, and a pair of "fuck me" pumps in black patent leather. A
little trashy, sure, but just for play time. We also got me ears
pierced. Just gold studs until the holes healed over, but with the
promise of big dangly earrings later on. Gina could hardly wait until
we got home before she ravaged me.
Oh my gosh, I've been going on and on about Gina and me and have
completely skipped over how Joon and now you got involved in this.
You'll have to forgive me, but knowing this background about me will
help set the context for the rest involving you two.
So we already talked about how Gina and Joon formed a very close
relationship after Gina and I moved into the neighborhood last year. I
mentioned that the two of them are intimate friends. What I did not say
is exactly how intimate. Yes, they have been sexually involved. Gina
obviously likes girls, which is why she made me into one. Apparently
Joon is bisexual. From what I hear, Joon was not really satisfied with
sex with you - no, it's not just because you have a small penis. She
wanted the kind of sex that two women can have. They were just lucky to
find one another. Literally, the girl next door. Funny, huh?
To make a long story short, Gina and Joon have been eating each other
out and fucking each other with fingers and dildos and strapons and
whatever else occurred to their nasty little minds for months now. It's
sort of surprising that you did not figure that out sooner, considering.
You nearly caught them lots of times. How do I know about this? Well,
for one thing Gina just flat out told me about it. For another, I've
seen it first hand, as sort of a featured attraction. Gina told Joon
about what she had encouraged me to become. I guess Joon got really,
really turned on at the idea and wanted to see me for herself. See me
in action, I mean. You know, see me dressed up in girl's pretty things
and fucked up the ass.
That was pretty intense for me. Of course no one else knew about this
part of me, although I'm sure some people have noticed that my clothes
are not men's clothes. And then there's the hair and the earrings and
stuff. (I do get looks from time to time, when I'm out and about.) So
it was a big thing for me to be bound -- wearing a bra, waist cincher,
stockings and high heels, my face made up, my hair in a high pony tail,
and big hoops dangling from my earlobes - and fucked with Gina's monster
strapon while my next-door neighbor watched. Joon started playing with
herself before the head of that cock slid into my ass. I think she was
the most horny of the three of us. When I came from being ass-fucked,
she came with me.
Well, Joon could not watch a performance like that without wanting to
get some of the action herself. Gina thought about it, and while
allowing her lesbian lover to fuck her sissy bitch seemed like an okay
idea, it seemed like an even better idea that Joon have one of her own.
So there you go: that's my story. And now there you are: tied up on
this bed, your ass up in the air, your body shaved clean, wearing a
corset, stockings, and platform heels. Joon does not play around when
she wants something, does she? This took me months of transition, but
for you it was hardly more than an afternoon. No wonder you look so
terrified. No wonder you are sobbing. You thought you were a man, and
now you are about to be shown that you are not. You're going to be
Joon's simpering, feminized bitch. When her strapon penetrates your
bottom, whatever is left of your maleness will be ass-fucked right out
of you. You will never, ever be able to think of yourself as a man
again. Because you will be shown just exactly what kind of tiny-dicked
sissy you really are. Honestly, I can hardly wait to watch.
You are going to love it.
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