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A Change of Life, Part 16 By LaShaunda DeShaun lightly held my hand that evening as he guided me to his Chevy Cavalier. As I took small steps along in my heels (which restricted my gait along with my short skirt), I thought again about just how much my life was changing, and in such a short period of time. I looked back at James and mom, and I gave mom a gentle wave good bye. She waved good bye back to her baby gurl. What must my former father have been thinking about just at that moment, to see his once macho son led off in the arms of a strong black man !! As DeShaun opened up my car door, I thought how in the first place, the new clothes I usually wore tended to block out the conflicting feelings I had whenever I thought about my older life, or how I might want to be a boy again. For example, I'd start thinking just at this moment now how deep-down I was "Ryan," and that it was obviously so taboo for me to be going out on a date with a black guy, or even to participate in the inevitable making out we'd do later on tonight. For example, if I went back to being Ryan, how could I ever live all of this down or pretend that these times of being a girl had never happened? All of these experiences could not just be erased. I'd still have my boy feelings and doubts emerging at times like these, but then I could not take my mind off about how I felt the snug feel of tights all the way up my legs and torso, or how my tight female underwear (often times thongs) would ride right up my ass and provide a strong physical reminder of just what my real position was in life. When I felt things like a tight bra holding me in, or heels that made me walk delicately, it prompted an instant physical interruption into my old personality of "Ryan" that was trying so badly to fight back and re-emerge. It was not just the clothes though or the new physical build of "Tanisha" that I had. Of course, I was so obviously stuck as "Tanisha" and it would take some serious work to get rid of my tan, clean out my hair, get the estrogen out of my system, and have me back as Ryan. Besides this though, even if I did run away and throw myself at the step of the nearest social-services, what could I really do? Mom, my sister, and I were here with James because we literally had nothing left in the old world... It was like those old prisons I used to read about in the Soviet Union, or in the American Southwest; prisons that did not even build a fence or a gate, as anyone who tried to escape faced certain death in the icy wilderness or in the scorching desert. Without dad and my brother also totally committed to going back, I had no life or family-support to go back to. I also had no prospects as "Ryan," since my grades as him were already in the shitter and any chances of a college scholarship I had were circling the tubes, even more so as I had basically failed in baseball which would have otherwise been my only real ticket out. But anyway, as Ashanti and probably mom would be in instant revolt now at the thought of having to go back to being Dave and Tommy, I was probably stuck too unless I acted so boldly as to revert to being Ryan on my own. I also had the thought that I could go live with mom and Edmond, but in reality, that option was not viable. Living with mom day-in-and-day-out was hell on earth, thanks to her workaholic nature and strict personality. I mean, she was ok to talk to every once in awhile, but actual daily life with her was hell. And her new husband would also probably not want me there. Anyway, I could change nothing at this particular second as I sat in the passenger seat, and DeShaun sped me off downtown. I delicately crossed my pantyhosed legs in the front seat, and I felt my nyloned pantyhosed legs rubbing fantastically against one another, creating that sensitive but extremely pleasurable frictional feeling. I even felt my pantyhose and panties pressing a bit against my crotch, and I actually started to get an erection in my cold tights. I squirmed a bit to try and hide it, but DeShaun even looked over and saw me in discomfort for some reason. He even reached over with his big black hand, and he placed it on my exposed inner thigh. I made no move to stop him... Next, he gently ran his hands up my thigh, and he placed it right on the front of my crotch, by my gusset... "Oh yes," I moaned... "Just right there." "O' yea," he said, as he made pressing-circles with his hands right where my male penis should have been. "Oh yes," I replied, tilting my head back and giving a little moan. On the way downtown, we chatted about all of the rap groups and movies we liked, while he stroked my thigh and crotch. It was so nice. I actually really liked talking to him. The more we talked, I forgot about being "Ryan" and I felt more like Tanisha. "Did you's hear dat new Kendrick Lamar album," I asked him? "Yeah, dat' shit be dope." He then pulled the CD out and put it in his car stereo, and we jammed to it all the rest of the way downtown. Before we got out to go to Sizzlers, DeShaun leaned over and gave me what was actually a very soft, sensual kiss on the lips. I didn't want him messing up my makeup, but I let it linger for more than a minute, and I gave him a small sigh of pleasure. I looked into his eyes and let him know quietly that I was very happy to be there with him. He stroked my face with his large ebony hand, and I figured I could touch up my makeup once I got to the ladies' room. He then touched my hair. We played a bit of tongue tag for about a minute, before we were both eager to get out of the car and hit the dance floor. We let our kiss and our moment of feelings last for a couple of minutes though, and honestly it was mutually felt between us that we had quite a relationship and a connection as boyfriend and girlfriend. DeShawn opened the car door for me again, like a gentleman. He put his arm around my shoulder as I swung my purse back and forth, and he held me very gently but he definitely "guided" me with his fingertips. We got up to the door of the club, but DeShawn led me right past the long line of people waiting to get in (which was mostly black). He led me right up to the bouncer, who was an absolute behemoth covered in tattoos. The bouncer held the cordon right open for us as DeShaun gave him one knowing look. Obviously, DeShaun was part of "da club." "Pretty girls get in free," said the bouncer, as he made eye-contact with me and gave me a knowing wink. It felt kind of cool, I suppose, to be part of "the in crowd." As Ryan I had certainly never been part of the in-crowd before. Going inside Sizzlers was like stepping into an entirely different, musty dimension !! It was like an all out assault on the senses, and I actually felt a bit uncomfortable to be in there at first. As "Ryan," I would have been totally out of place. There was loud, whanging rap music and house music coming from all over the place, and flickering beams and strobelights flashing all over the black and purple interior. It was a crazy mix of sound, noise, light-spasms, and sweat. The center of the place was obviously the dance floor, with the bar in the background. Out on the dance floor were about 25 mostly African- American couples, jiving around and gyrating to the assaulting rap-music. I noticed that most of the women and some of the men wore very flamboyant outfits; this was their time to dress up and come out in all of their colorful finery. Most of the women wore very tight ensembles, often with skin-tight animal print leggings, and tight tube tops. Or they would wear very skin-hugging and butt-hugging minidresses, with heels, pantyhose; or just bare legs. It was obvious though that everyone put a lot of thought into what they wore, and they all came to look their best but also to stand-out. Some of the outfits were also very low-cut and revealing, and the women flashed their bras and thongs all over the place as they bent over. The men also put a lot of effort into dressing for this place. Some of the men just wore nice shirts and slacks, but others made statements by wearing all-white pearl suits, or even more funky ensembles. It was just a matter of taste for each individual person. One thing struck me though was how different "white culture" was to this. As a white guy, I would have been stuck with just a shirt and slacks. As a black girl, I had a complete range of freedom to change it up and look as slutty, sexy, or sophisticated as I wanted. In my mind I was already planning what I'd be wearing on my next visits back !! The dancing was also really good. There were a lot of couples out there who knew a lot of moves, and could do lifts and even some high-level types of dancing like salsa or quickstep. It was actually really cool. "Let me introduce you to some people," said DeShaun, as he snapped me out of my first-impression evaluating of the place. DeShaun led me over to a quiet corner table where a few other people were already sitting and drinking. There were three girls and three guys "Everyone, dis is Tanisha," said DeShaun as he introduced me. "What up," came one reply. "Heyyy," I replied. "Dis be LeVernon, he play football and basketball at state." "It's nice to meet you," I said as I held out a delicate hand to shake his. "Cool cool," he replied, very nonchalantly. He probably was not that excited about a high-school girl here. It felt crazy though to realize I was hanging out with college guys !! "Lemme get u a drink," said DeShaun. He went over to the bar. I kept on chatting with LaVernon about what football positions he played. Two of the other ladies also introduced themselves to me as college girls from state. Apparently they were also "regulars" here on a Friday night. (as "Ryan," these were exactly the kinds of college girls I had always fantasized about... but they were way out of my league though.) "Kiana," the one introduced herself as, "And this is Leslie." "Hi, Tanisha," I said, giving each a gentle handshake. Kiana was all decked out in a light-green minidress with a low-cut back, and Leslie was all dressed up in a very tight plush-purple type of tracksuit, with matching top and bottoms. I still felt a bit shy about actually talking to these girls (especially lest they really "out" me as a guy !!) Fortunately just then, DeShaun came back with my drink. He had a martini in his own hand. "What is it?" I asked. "Just an iced tea," he replied. "Oh ok," I replied as I sipped my drink. As I was still a bit young here compared to everyone else, I felt a bit quiet when it came to a conversation, so I just sat there and quickly downed my iced tea. DeShaun saw I had finished my drink and he went off to get me another. After my second iced-tea, DeShaun asked me, "Would you like to dance?" "Sure," I replied, as at least if I was dancing I wouldn't be sitting around with nothing really to say and feeling awkward with the college kids. DeShaun led me out to the dance floor, gingerly taking my hand. We went to the edge of the floor, where we would not be conspicuous at first or stand out that much. With the type of music that was playing, I only had a basic idea of how to dance. DeShaun put his hands around my butt and kind of tried starting to lead me, but it was obvious he wasn't a natural dancer. I kind of did some half-steps at first, just wiggling my ass and shaking my big butt like a woman. However, I soon felt myself coming in naturally with the house-rap music, and I actually began letting some of my ballet steps and ballet training take over. I felt much more natural as we came in to the third song, and DeShaun was coming into his own too. I was actually really enjoying dancing with him. I looked into his eyes and we "connected" even more. I waved my fists in the air and I was having a lot of fun. As we kept dancing, DeShaun would even get right up behind me, and I'd shake my big ass like a good black woman, and DeShaun would even get up right behind me and "grind." I'd feel his big penis right in the back of my crack !! I had not expected him to start doing this, but when it came it came, and I just went with it .... As a middle school boy, I remember that some of the more assertive boys at school dances would get the nerve to actually do this type of dancing with girls, but I had never been able to personally experience it. "Grinding" was actually the thing I most wanted to try as Ryan, so now perhaps it was my just desserts that I was experiencing it as "Tanisha." (Ryan would be horrified !!) I actually loved how DeShaun grinded on me and thrust his cock from behind, and as I looked around I saw many other women also getting grinded on by their men. This was also the first time I had ever danced in public, anywhere, besides ballet class. As a boy I was always too nervous to ever go out on the dance floor, or even ask a girl to dance; at school dances and things like that. Also, as I looked around, I studied some more how all the other couples were dancing, and how some people were dancing in a solo manner. One thing I realized and that I had learned was that black people, as a minority, had a much higher level of conformity amongst themselves than white people did. When black people danced, it was kind of as a social ritual and as an affirmation of their racial status. To illustrate this, the next dance called for a bit of a steppin' line- dance routine on the floor. Fortunately, it was actually kind of something our ballet class had done casually to the "wobble wif' it" song after ballet class was over, and I actually knew all the series of steps. It was kind of the flip side of a country line-dance routine. Basically, everyone would go out on the floor, and we'd do a series of moves all in unison in formation; and then once the sequence was executed, we'd make a 90 degree turn and repeat. Anyway though, the dancing was all in fun, but I really felt like I fit in. Doing the dancing just made me feel like one of the black girls. I was out there, as a gorgeous and stunning black woman, and wearing her hot outfit. I looked around once again and it was so cool to see all of the funky ensembles all of the black females wore... tight Leopard-print leggings, minidresses, very short-clubbing dresses, etc.... All of the different fashions were really cool, and I made mental notes regarding what I might like to pick up in the future. Anyway though, after a few steppin' dances that called for group participation, and then after he grinded on me for a couple more songs (which got me quite hard as well !!), DeShaun and I were both a bit tired. I went back to our table, while DeShaun told me he wanted another drink, and he asked me if I'd like another Iced tea? "Sure," I said, "But anyway, you's ain't even 18 yet, how are you getting drinks for yous?" "You's just gots' to know the right peoples," he said. That was good enough for me, I got back to the table and sat down, and it was just the two other black college aged girls, as their "boos" had apparently gone off somewhere else. I sort of felt a bit even more awkward and shy with it just being me and the two girls, especially as I was about 4 or 5 years younger than them. I really had no idea what to talk about. "So you's be goin' wif DeShaun?" asked Kiana, who was wearing the light- green minidress. "Yea, we's been goin' fo' a couple months now," I replied. "Yea, I've been wif' my boo Demetrius," since we's started college, "I don' know where he be off to right now though." "DeShaun was jus' gettin drinks fo' us." "So listen," she said, "Whas' its like datin' DeShaun? He so good at football, but what's he like wif "other things?"" "What do you mean 'other things'?" I asked back. "Oooh come on girl, you's know," Kiana asked, "DeShaun be such a stud. You know what they say about a man wif' big hands. And DeShaun gots' dem huge hands." "I'm not sure I's really know," I replied. "We's not been together but a couple months." "Oh come on now," said Leslie, stepping in and saving me from the awkward conversation, "Tanisha here is still only in High School." "Mmm mmm," said Kiana, "Yeah, she be finding' out before too long, anyway." "No, its' ok," I replied, "Me and DeShaun have already 'been there,'." "Dayum gurl," replied Kiana, "Well you go !!" "We's just datin' that's all. No different den' anything else." "Mmm mmm," said Kiana, "Well, me and my boo been together fo' awhile now. Things goin' good." "How good," inquired Leslie? "Well, lets jus' say dat last night, Demetrius got to third base, and then halfway to home." "Oh no girl, you didn'" "Well, we's be gettin' serious now." "Ok," said Leslie, "Now let me ask, did you swallow, or spit it out?" "Dayum girl, dat be a bit personal," replied Kiana, "And we have a baby here," she said as she looked directly at me. "Lol, it's ok," I replied, "I don't have virgin ears." "Well, ok, I swallowed," Kiana said with a bit of a blush, "You know's a girl got's to swallow to make her man feel like a man." "Ain't dat the truth," replied Leslie. "What about you, Tanisha," she asked me, "Spit or swallow?" "Mmm, mmm, I guess.... Swallow," I replied, not really wanting to answer the question though. I don't know why I said "swallow," but honestly I felt like it would have been an affront to my own personal female status if I had said "Spit !!" I also just blurted out "swallow" at the spur of the moment. (Honestly, this was a question I'd before never thought I'd have to answer. As a boy, of course, the only blowjobs I had ever seen were a few times I had furtively stolen onto the internet and watched pornhub, and then the usual 'Control-Alt-Delete History !! However, as "Tanisha," I had been given a definite crash course in some of the finer and rougher feminine arts... I had of course done such an oral deed with DeShaun a few times at summer camp, but with how he was it was over in a couple minutes and he almost didn't even know what happened. He had also never ordered me to "swallow" or declare that he had a preference on what I did, but I honestly did just swallow it because I didn't really know what else to do otherwise. I didn't just want to spit on the floor. Anyway, like I related earlier, I was puking up the first time I did it, but the next two times it really felt "natural" and like I was in my proper role as the submissive girlfriend who would do such things for her boyfriend. I had also never experienced such a blow-job as a boy, but there I was pulling my guy's trousers down and going to town. It felt crazy to have the big veiny sausage in my mouth, but I was getting used to it). Anyway, back to the conversation; Kiana and Leslie erupted in guffaws of laughter, clapping their hands and throwing their heads back wildly... "Dayum," said Leslie, "Tanisha well on her way to being a right old baby's momma... Ain't dat the truth !!" I think she had a point. I was definitely on my way to being one of them !! Leslie then put her hand on my shoulder... "Don' botha' us o' be embarrassed. We's both just had a little too much to drink. Then we start talking about da' naughty things !!" I let out a subdued laugh. Anyway, after what felt like an eternity, DeShaun came back with my drink; another iced tea. "Where's you bin?" I asked him. "Da line be long," he replied. "But I guess you girls kept each other company." "Mmm, mmm..." Anyway, now after three iced teas, I began to feel a very familiar urge down below, so I got up and sweetly excused myself to go to the ladies room. After one of the most awkward and numbing conversations of my whole life, it felt like a relief to be away from other people for awhile. I minced across the club to the girls' room, and fortunately there was not a line for the toilet !! I got into the stall, but of course I realized that all my apparatus I now would not permit me to go standing up. Also, how could I be seen facing inwards towards the toilet, if some other woman came and saw my hosed and heeled feet pointing inwards towards the bowl !! I also have to admit that it was now really inconvenient to have to get everything "ready" when I had to use the restroom now. As a guy, I could just go to the urinal and whip my pecker about, and spray around all over the place like a garden hose. As a girl, now, I had to sit down, and delicately lower my tights and panties, while hiking up my skirt. I then had to focus hard on peeing in the tube and making sure it drained down below. It was weird just to sit to pee, and also weirder sitting on my padded girdle that really filled out my curvy butt !! Delicately, like a woman, I lowered my tights and sat down again to pee. I took my sweet time as honestly I wanted to keep my converstions with the other colleged aged girls to a minium, lest they "out" me as a boy. As a girl, there was honestly still so much I didn't know yet, and I feared that any prolonged conversation could still inadvertently reveal my true gender. It would also be bad enough just to be discovered as a boy, but as a white boy it would be ten times worse for me, especially if some of the other bro's took it the wrong way that I was hanging around with their dates in drag. They might think I was some crazy Caitlin Jenner-esque peep who was just trying to get in with their fine chocolate honeys !! As I peed, I also paid attention to how much my faux-vagina really changed the dynamic of me "doing my business." My stream was no longer like a loud faucet, but was rather just a "soft tinkle." To me though, it was so crazy being forced to sit to pee. I hated having to sit all the time, but a part of me was adjusting to it and even coming to like it. It felt like a sign of submission having to sit on a toilet and not being able to access my own male member. After I was done, I pulled my panties back up and then my pantyhose, and then smoothed out my skirt to make sure I was presentable again. I honestly felt like such a girl as I got myself freshened up in front of the mirror. I studied my black female reflection long and hard, and contemplated that "this was who I was now." I studied Tanisha's big, doelike, "Cleopatra" eyes; and how her hair framed her beautiful round face. I studied my dark skin complexion and hoped that I wasn't "too dark" for DeShaun's preference. I knew that most black guys preferred the lighter-skinned black girls like Halle Berry, but not a really dark- chocolate momma like me who (from appearance) had almost no white DNA !! As I was more of a Lupita Nyongo black girl, this was becoming more of a source of insecurity for me. Still though, DeShaun always told me he was so insanely attracted to me, especially my big "ghetto booty !!" "Damn," I thought as I snapped out of yet another daydream. I left DeShaun back there with all the others. I better get back before they send out a search party. I trapsed back to the table, and from a distance I actually saw Kiana talking to DeShaun (the slut) !! Normally I wouldn't have cared, but as I studied the scene Kiana had her one hand actually on DeShaun's shoulder, and she was looking at him right in the eyes and flirting with him. And DeShaun was giving her a lot of attention back. I was livid. I stormed back over to the table. "What does you think you's doing," I huffed at Kiana? "What, we's just chattin'" she innocently replied. "It's not what it looks like," DeShaun protested, as he knew he had been caught out full-flirting with another girl by his girlfriend. "Mmm, mmm," I replied, "I's seen yo' puppy dog eyes. I's not happy," I declared. "Listen bitch," said Kiana as she suddenly got a huge burst of aggression and courage, "I's talk to whatever man I's want !! And just because I be talkin' to yo' boo don't means I's tryin to get in his pants or nuthin' !!" She stood up and squared up to me, looking me right in the eye. I had stumbled into my first "bitch fight" with another girl !! At this moment I was all Tanisha, having to defend my identity as a black girl and my standing with my boyfriend. DeShaun was now in the middle of the fight, as two girls went to war over him. "Oh no you didn' !!!" I declared loudly, as Kiana had just called me a "Bitch !!" This was one of the ultimate insults that black women can or could throw back and forth. "Oh yea I did," replied Kiana, "I got's some high school filly cumin' up in here all tellin me which man I can's and can'ts chill wif'." "You's can go wif' any man, but DeShaun be mine," I declared affirmatively. At this point, I wondered what my chances were with Kiana in a slap-fight. Even though I was still genetically a boy, I wasn't sure I had the physical strength, especially against a colleged aged girl. At this point though, I felt like if it came to fisticuffs I'd fight like black girls usually fought, with flappy arms, hair-pulling, and weak wrist-slaps. "Ryan" would be mortified but I figured I'd flap around like a curvy black girl. I could scratch this bitch with my nails !! "Yeah, we'll I's be here and talkin' to him," said Kiana as she jutted herself forward. But I wasn't backing down. "He's my boo," I stated again. "Just chill Tanisha, and Kiana," said Leslie as she interjected herself, "Look you've both had wayyy too much to drink. Kiana, you've had like 5 apple martinis !!" Kiana relaxed a bit... "Fine, she said, but then you's tell yo' ho to watch her drinks too." "What, I protested, "I've only had iced teas !!" "Uh yeah, LONG ISLAND iced teas," Leslie declared loudly. "Those are like 30% alcohol, and you've had three of them !!" Kiana could only snicker at me. Suddenly, the old impetus for the fight had dissolved into humor. Also, it was obvious now that I was a "baby" and not on the maturity level of the college girls. I didn't even know that my drinks had alcohol until it was pointed out. At this point, I wasn't worth the tussle as I was just some immature high-school brat out trying to fit in at da' club. I actually felt really embarrassed. (Come to think of it I did feel a bit wobbly and light-headed now). "Dat's ok DeShaun," said Kiana as she directed her attention at him, "You's can just go wif' dees high school gurls now. You's ain't ready for a real woman." I wanted to protest that I was a "real woman," but with my weak voice it would have fallen on deaf ears. They already knew how na?ve I was, that I was just drinking something I thought was regular iced tea and had no alcohol in it. It was clear that I WAS just a stupid teenaged girl out trying to fit in. I was so out of place. I could no longer talk to the others on a mature level to where they'd respect me. I just wanted to go. I felt like such a wimpy little girl out in her tights and dress, in a world for which she wasn't ready. "Come on DeShaun, let's go," I said to him as I suddenly grabbed his hand and began making moves for the exit. I was almost in tears. I was upset with him as he had so clearly been engaging with another attractive girl. I began to wonder if maybe I really wasn't "woman enough" for him. "Tanisha, come on," he said to me as I led him to the door. "I's be sorry." "I saw you talkin' to dat' college slut," I stated, "I'm just sad." "I'm really sorry. We's was just chillin' It won' happen again. Besides, we came out here to socialize." "Oh DeShaun," I said as we exited the door, "Maybe Kiana was right. Maybe I'm not ready for you yet. I mean's , you's is 18 and I is only 16. You's almost ready for college but I's still be in high school and just startin' to drive. " "Tanisha," stated DeShaun, "You's are such a beautiful girl, and I is so lucky dat's you be my girlfriend. I's sorry I was talkin' to Kiana. I didn' mean nuffin' by it. You are my girlfriend." "Do you really mean it?" I asked him. "Oh yes," he replied, "You's be da' only girl I wants to be wif. You's also just as mature as dose' girls." I felt so flattered. "I'm so sorry I got mad," I said as we got to his car. "I don't want you to be mad," he said, "You are so special to me." "Oh DeShaun," I said as I swooned. I took his hand and opened up the back door of the Chevy Cavalier. Fortunately, we were parked in the far back of the lot, which was kind of isolated as many of the other cars that had been around us had left. No words needed to be spoken. DeShaun was mine and the bond between us teenaged lovers had been reaffirmed. But this time though, I wanted our activity together o be much more bonding, sensual, and long-lastings than the previous awkward bangings that we had already had. I positioned DeShaun like I wanted him, sitting In the back seat and fully prepared to receive the most mind-blowing sexual experience of his life. Once again, I thought about how as Ryan, I had never been in DeShaun's position of actually receiving the favors. I had only ever done these things as a girl. However, if and when I went back to being a boy, I'd have such a different and better perspective on how and what to do with my future wife !! I unzipped his FUBU pants and pulled his mammoth black mamba out of his Tommy-Hillfiger boxers. It was all veiny and throbbing already, just from my touch. I looked and he had reclined his head on the back seat, and he was in a state of total relaxation and he was preparing for ecstasy. I wanted to try something a little bit different. I stroked and petted his cock a few times with my manicured hand, rubbing it's soft pinkish underside and scratching it with my long nails. I then made a tube with my right hand and went all the way up and down, stopping right at the base of his balls. He was already loving every second of it, but I didn't just want him to explode early this time and ruin the moment. I also didn't want him making a surprise volcanic eruption that would spoil my cute pink dress or my pantyhose. I even told him, "wait hold on, don't finish early yet. I wanna give you the ride of yo' life !!" I came up closer to him and laid down right beside him the best I could in the back seat of the car. I first gave him a long mouthy kiss with my tongue, as I held on to his cock with one hand. "I just love big black cock," I told him lustily, and meaning every word of it !! (I wondered if I would still like it as "Ryan"?) The next thing I did though was that I let go of is throbbing penis, which was now fully erect at about a good 9 inches. I hiked up my dress and then I pulled out the top of my pantyhose. I wrapped the nylon material of my tights around his penis and began to rub my pantyhose fibers up and down his meat muscle, focusing especially on the soft underside and the sensitive helmet head around the urethra. I don't think DeShaun had ever experienced anything like this before. I had always kind of wondered if maybe he had had a pantyhose fetish, as a few times he had commented on how cute I looked in my ballet outfit, especially the pink tights I was wearing. I had also often seen him checking me out in the tights I usually wore with my church outfits. I had made mental notes of this, which was why I usually opted for tights or pantyhose on dates, as opposed to the tight leggings that other black girls often preferred. I just loved when my man loved what I was wearing, and I wanted to look beautiful and attractive for him; wearing pretty things he loved to see me in. Anyway, I wanted to get him very intimate with my pantyhose now. I used the top of my tights, almost to the waistband, to enwrap and stroke his whole cock. I had plenty of material for this by stretching the control-top of my nylons away from my waist, even though my pantyhose were still quite tight on me. "Do you like this?" I asked him. "Oh yes, oh yes," he moaned. I looked into his eyes and he had NEVER been in this much ecstasy. His eyes were totally rolled in to the back of his head and he was just loving every minute of this. I was sure the pantyhose were the most insane feeling for him. Even though he had never stated to me specifically that he liked pantyhose, I knew he loved me in them and that they were a prime thing that stimulated him. I kept rubbing and manipulatng my tights all up and down his big cock, not neglecting a single square centimeter !! I actually feared he would explode at any second, as my pantyhose stimulation was making his penis so incredibly hard and veiny. I could feel it throbbing and pulsating intensely, and any second I thought it would spasm all inside my wrapped-around tights. I kept going at him hard for a few minutes, rubbing his pole every which way and from every angle with my hose, but then I realized that I did NOT want him to erupt all over my pantyhose, as then I'd have to go home and walk around with a huge wet puddle and white stain in my tights and close up to my underwear !! It would be fun for a couple of seconds, but then really awkward and cold to have that big wet spot of his baby juice just sitting and lingering inside my intimates. I could see though just the crazy enjoyment he was getting from me using my pantyhose to manipulate his cock. I pulled my tights away, intending to finish with either my hand or my mouth. "No, don' stop," he begged, "That was the best thing ever." "What, you's like my pantyhose doin' dat?" I asked. "Oh yes, dat was da best thing ever." "Lol, ok," I laughed, "It's just my tights," I said, downplaying the extent to which I knew I had stimulated him. "Can you's keep goin' like dat," he asked, "I's was almost done. "Un, I don't want yo's makin dat mess all over my tights and dress. I's got's to wear dis stuff home," I protested. "Pleeez," he begged. "Unnn, I didn't know you liked it so much," I countered as I kept rubbing him with my hand. "It's just my tights, and we can do it some other time I got's a spare pair." "Oh, ok," he said, "Dat just feels so good !!" "Well," I said, "if you's lke dat I can try sumthin' even betta." I snapped my tights back to my waist and kind of readjusted myself. DeShaun lurched forward and grabbed my boobs, wanting to play with him. I then gave him another big French kiss. His mouth was so warm. We got really close, our two black bodies writhing together and generating so much heat. I gave up the job on his cock, and we just made out for like about 10 minutes. I was all over his big black puffy lips with mine. He felt all up and over me, caressing my butt and paying attention to my newly sensitive boobs. He was actually making me feel like a total woman. I never knew that intimacy could be this good. DeShaun looked down at his FUBU watch though... "Shittt," he said, "It be almost 10. We's shoulda be gettin' back." "Oh no," I replied, "Daddy will kill me if I's ain't back in time." "We's got's to finish den," he said. "Ok," I replied, "Lets me go fo' it." I directed myself back down again towards his flagpole cock, which was sprouting straight up; erect, veiny, and proud !! Like a good girl, I took it right in my mouth and began bobbing up and down like I would for apples. I was loving this feeling and I worked the veiny underside with my tongue. I loved how I could feel all the separate throbbing veins just with the tip of my tongue, and it gave me something to really work on while DeShaun was properly enjoying himself. I was also getting so aroused in my own pantyhose and imprisoning vaginal-panties, but obviously at this moment I could not act on my own erection. I did take one hand though and start rubbing my pantyhose and panties where my cock should have been, and I let DeShaun see me doing it. I could still press through all my padded underwear, girdle, and fake vagina to rub on my own penis underneath, which was really getting me off. I let DeShaun see what I was doing, and he was liking it !! "Dayum gurl, you be da' nastiest slut I's ever gon' out wif !!" To assert his dominance, DeShaun took his one hand and pressed on the back of my head, not letting me get up from his cock and forcing me to keep it in my mouth. I did not take this as an aggressive or offensive act, but just rather as a typical male show of dominance. I totally loved it, anyway, the way he could guide me around and be the assertive one. I liked how he could force me to do things when it just came to purely sexual play and roles. Anyway, I was actually so glad DeShaun was lasting a bit longer this time. I kept assiduously working on his huge penis, going and going, and I could feel it getting harder and harder, and throbbing more and more. My own penis was getting hard and sensitive, as were my boobies. I actually thought I may erupt first !! I felt DeShaun begin to rock harder and harder, going with my motions. Actually though, I felt that I'd gag and suffocate if he didn't let me up soon. So I kept going and worked so hard on it to get him to finish. I felt him begin to buck, and then I knew what was about to come. I felt the pulsating spurts and the hot liquid hit the back of my mouth. It was 8 seconds of pure ecstasy. Without even realizing it though, I suddenly felt a wetness in my own underwear, and I had actually come myself !! I felt myself spurting all over the place, completely unable to stop all of the spasms I was having once they had started. "Oh crap," I thought to myself, "This sucks, now I'm all wet inside !!" "Dayum gurl, dat was so amazin'," DeShaun complimented me. He let go of his hand and I pulled off his swollen and wet cock. I swallowed everything in my mouth in one gulp, letting him hear it go down. "I luv a bitch that swallows," DeShaun said to me. He stroked my face and called me his "girlfriend" again. It was so nice to hear after our little tussle earlier. I leaned over and gave DeShaun another kiss. All that was really great, but now I had a huge puddle inside all my "gear," and obviously I couldn't get myself all cleaned up right now without DeShaun raising some serious questions !! So ok, it sucked because my boner was going down, but now I was ll wet and cold around my crotch. I just hoped that I could make it home without any of it seeping out onto my dress and pantyhose, and DeShaun wondering what the heck was going on !! This wetness was just another reminder that underneath it all, I was still a boy, and I still had a long way to go before I truly ever became "Tanisha." I wondered how long I could keep navigating life as a female, but still with functional male parts !! My fears came back to me again, as I worried about prospectively being "outed" in the future in some unforeseen circumstance. DeShaun reconstituted himself though, and pulled up his trousers. I guess he was lucky that I had basically cleaned him up with my tongue. I freshened up my lipstick and checked my look in the mirror... Yes, I was still a pretty black girl !! I didn't feel the slightest disgust over all I had done with another boy, even though the argument could still be made that I was a "boy" and had just engaged an ultimate homoerotic sin. But the only thing that visibly sat in DeShaun's car was a lovely teenaged black girl. The world perceived me as Tanisha. "We's betta get home," said DeShaun. The hour was growing late. I smoothed out my skirt and prayed a visible wet spot wouldn't form. I doubted it would. I just hope though that James would not be furious with me if I stayed out past 11 !!