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My name is Steven. Or at least, it was last year before everything began
happening. I'm 44 years old and used to work as a male nurse at a
nursing home in Seattle. I always knew I was bisexual to a degree. More
straight than anything, but I'd had a few gay experiences in my youth. I
wasn't above noticing beautiful men when such presented themselves.
I got my nursing training in the army and graduated on the commandant's
list. I'd tried many kinds of nursing after the army. I was a psych
nurse working with veterans after the Gulf War. I'd worked also as a
Traumatic Brain Injury nurse and even spent some time working in the
local school dirstrict as a school nurse. But now I was currently
working with the elderly. It was good work and I excelled at it.
I dated a fair amount, nothing serious. The women I went out with really
liked me, but there was always something just kind of lacking with them.
Some level to which I just couldn't relate. But that didn't matter as
long as I got pussy on a somewhat regular schedule.
Then Kyle came into my life. He was the son of the nursing home
administrator. Just the most adorable young man I'd ever met. Blonde and
blue eyed, he had a ready smile and dimples to die for. He was 20 and
had just been hired as the maintenance assistant. Now mind you, I
thought he was pretty hot, but I didn't even consider doing anything
with him. I hadn't done anything with a man since before the army.
Besides, he was much too young for me anyway. But he sure was some nice
eye candy to come to work to.
Despite the tremendous gap in our ages, we hit it off pretty quickly. It
turned out we were both horn dogs and unashamed of it. And although I
was in my 40s, I still had a guys appreciation for fart and poo jokes.
Neither of us had a lot of downtime to chat at work, so we started
hanging out after work. Not a lot, but maybe two or three times a month.
We did have our own lives after all. And since he wasn't 21 yet, I'd
usually end up buy some beer at the mini mart and sharing it with him at
his place or at mine. He'd usually light up some herb too. I wasn't into
that, wanting to protect my nursing license, but I had no problem with
him smoking it. It seemed to relax him anyway.
It wasn't long in our hanging out times that we started talking about
the women I dated and the girls he was trying to date. He was always
asking me for pointers to get with the ladies. He had very low self-
confidence and I was trying to help him through that. I kept pointing
out to him how he really was attractive and girls would be damned fools
not to appreciate that.
One day he was in a particularly foul mood at work, having spent the
night before trying (again) to convince the girl he was seeing to put
out. But she was a 'good' girl and refused to do anything until she was
married. That led to them breaking up, of course. I suggested he come
over to my place to commiserate. He readily agreed.
I stopped on the way home to pick up a 24 pack of his favorite beer,
knowing it was going to be one of those nights. I knew Kyle had the next
day off from work, and I had some PTO (Paid Time Off) days to take. When
I got home I called in to arrange a replacement for me for the next day
and sat back to wait for Kyle to get there.
As soon as Kyle arrived, he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up on
the coffee table. I brought him a beer while he lit his pipe and took a
deep hit. "Aaaah...Finally! Thanks so much man for having me over. I am so
fucking pissed right now. That bitch Julie!!"
"I know dude," I commiserated. "Girls like that cockteasing bitch suck!
You deserve so much better!"
It went on back and forth pretty much repeating the same thing for
several beers each and a whole lot more weed for him. Finally, I said
the words that would end up changing my life. "You know dude, if I was
only 20 years younger and a girl, I'd never leave you alone. I'd be a
slave to you...that's how good looking you are!" He got a look in his eye
and said "You never know what can happen, huh?"
We eventually passed out and he took off sometime early the next day. We
went about our lives as usual until a couple weeks later. Kyle brought
in a CD to give to me. He said he made a mix album to thank me for
helping him out that night. I thought that was nice of him and put it in
my car to listen to on the way home. It was music more suited to Kyle's
generation, but it wasn't *too* bad. After a few songs, I started to
zone out on the commute and enjoy the music. There was a catchy beat and
an odd syncopation that set my feet tapping. When I got home, I took the
CD out and immediately popped it in my computer to listen to while I set
about getting dinner ready.
I had the CD going almost constantly except when I was at work for the
next few days. I had no idea which groups sang these, though I searched
all over for them. Kyle hadn't included a playlist, so I couldn't even
look for song names. None of the music I downloaded during the search
came close to the great beat these had. I asked Kyle about them and he
said he'd make me some more CD's to play. I was excited when he told me
that!
It began to feel like time was passing in a haze. I still went to work
clear headed, but once I got in the car and had my latest CD playing, my
mind went fuzzy. Not that I was complaining. The music was great! When I
got home I'd play them some more. I stopped going out as much and just
stayed home cleaning and listening to the music.
Kyle started coming by more often after work. At first I turned off the
music when he got here, but he burned them to my computer as mp3s and
put them on my ipod for me. Now I just have earbuds in when he's here.
At one point, he bought me a new set of nursing scrubs. He was so sweet!
The problem was though, he must have made a mistake and bought female
scrubs. I mean, the purple and yellow pattern wasn't obviously girly,
but men traditionally wear solid colored scrubs. It didn't matter to me
though. Not really. I wore them to work the next day and despite a few
stares and whispered comments, no one said anything. I thought that
wasn't so bad, so I bought a few more patterned scrubs to wear on other
days. Some of them a little more bold. I even bought some pink scrubs!
Slowly my life began to revolve around the music, work, music, and Kyle.
He was coming over almost every evening. He finally convinced me to get
high with him. Now I wonder what I was waiting for! Pot was amazing! He
got me a supply all my own. It seemed different than the kind he brought
over for us to smoke together. More fruity smelling. I loved it though!
I'd come home from work and light up listening to the music and just
relaxing in my pink scrubs. I was cleaning a lot more too. Often times,
I'd be in the kitchen cooking or cleaning something with Kyle sitting in
the living room watching TV and drinking a beer. It was feeling very
domestic.
Our conversations began to take a different tone too. Where before we
talked pretty much exclusively about girls and pornos, now he was
comparing himself to me, and not always so favorably. He make comments
about how a real man is hairy like he was (and he is too. Much hairier
than me). I had very sparse body hair by comparison. I guess I couldn't
argue with his point though. Hairy bodies are a sign of high
testosterone, after all. But the way he would say it made it sound like
he was the only real man in the house and I was somehow less than a man.
He made me a new mp3 playlist after that. It wasn't long before I
started to see his point in the matter. I figured I may as well take off
whatever hair I did have on my body rather than try to keep it. I wasn't
so much of a man as all that after all. I went out and bought some
depilatory creams and said good bye to the hair under my arms, on my
legs and arms, the few hairs on my chest, and even my pubes. I would've
thought that taking the hair away would make my junk look bigger but it
actually seemed a lot smaller than I remember. Again though, for some
reason that didn't really bother me.
Kyle's been buying me a lot of things lately. I know his dad, my boss,
makes a lot of money, but apparently Kyle got quite an inheritance from
his grandmother who didn't get along well with his dad. He didn't really
need to work, he just did it because his dad had a rule that "as long as
you're living under my roof, you're going to work for a living!" Anyway,
he's been buying me a lot and I really wanted to do something for him in
return, so I suggested he just move in. After all, he was spending
almost all his time at my place anyway and with him moved out, he could
quit his job.
Speaking of work, my coworkers began to notice changes in me that I
couldn't (or didn't want to) see. Especially once I manscaped my body
hair away, I seemed to act a bit more, well, feminine. There was a sway
in my hips and my hair was growing longer. I was thinking more girly
thoughts too. I thought more and more about Kyle, fantasizing about him
and his gorgeous body. Most of this went unnoticed by me. I just knew
that between getting high and listening to the music and seeing Kyle
when I got home, I was feeling good.
One of the first things Kyle did when he moved in was make sure that I
always had my own personal supply of weed. He had his own too. He liked
keeping them separate. That was ok with me. He settled in to doing
chores around the house. He stopped being so concerned with his clothes
and would often just walk around in his boxers. The first time he did
that I got a hot flash looking at his strong hairy chest. He was right.
He's so much more of a man than I could ever hope to be.
With his moving in came a huge new mp3 playlist for me. Some of the
songs were amazing! I couldn't stop listening to them. But the funny
thing is, the more they run through my mind, the more I seem to forget
other things. I've been making a lot of mistakes at work lately, which
is very dangerous in my line of work. My boss called me into his office
to "have a chat."
He was already pissed at me for Kyle quitting his job and moving in with
me, but these latest mistakes, combined with my change in 'attitude'
lead to a quick dismissal. I went home in tears.
Kyle was quick to comfort me. He said that as long as I let him pay the
bills, I wouldn't have to work either. He'd just take care of us both. I
felt so grateful to him for everything! I gave him a huge hug and kissed
his cheek. When I pulled away, I noticed his boxers were bulging. A lot.
We both pretended to ignore it, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Images of his cock were floating in and out of my imagination.
The day after I was fired, Kyle took me shopping, hoping to take my mind
off things. We went into a department store for some clothes. I was
heading to the men's section and had to pass through women's wear to get
there. I passed a rack of brightly colored underwear. It caught my eye.
I stopped and felt the fabric of a very nice bikini style pair of
panties. Kyle noticed me pause at the rack. "If you want any of those,
it's ok with me. In fact, I'll pay for any clothes you want, as long as
they're girl styles. Or you can buy boy clothes, but it'll be on your
dime."
I couldn't pass up free clothes now, could I? Especially now that I was
out of a job. And besides, the clothes in this section were so much
nicer than those rough and tumble boy clothes. Something about what he
was saying just made so much sense! I wasn't sure what I should get, but
a salesgirl was very helpful. She smirked a bit, but I didn't really
care. I think she was just jealous. She got my measurements and helped
pick out several outfits with matching underwear. I balked a bit when it
came to the bras, but Kyle insisted that they went with the outfits and
I should get them. So of course I did.
When we got home, he threw out all of my old clothes. "You don't need
those anymore," he said. I suppose he was right. They didn't really fit
right anyway. My body seemed to be going through some strange changes. I
mentioned before after the first time I depilitated that I thought my
dick was smaller? Well, now it definitely is. I remember it being a
respectable 6.5", but now when I can manage to get a hard on (and I
don't get them as easily anymore either), I estimate it's only about 3".
And when I'm soft, most of the time really, it's nothing more than a
small nub. My balls also have gotten a lot smaller. For some reason
though, this just doesn't bother me. My nipples have gotten so much more
sensitive lately. I get waves of pleasure just playing with them. Come
to think of it, with the tenderness in my nipples lately, maybe wearing
a bra wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
From that day on, I wore nothing but women's clothes. Kyle had bought me
some sexy nighties too and I had a lot of fun wearing those and watching
his reactions. The bras really were helping a lot. I'm glad Kyle had
thought to buy those. He really was very smart and caring. I don't know
why any girl hasn't fallen for him! He started calling me Stephanie
instead of Steven. I guess I didn't mind too much seeing as how I was
dressing now.
My days fell into a pattern of waking up, making breakfast for Kyle,
then smoking a little of my fruit-flavored weed and either listening to
some music or watching one of the porno DVD's Kyle made for me. Kyle
would usually go out hanging out with his friends or going to the gym or
working on his car, so I'd have the place to myself for a few hours. The
weed always made me horny, so the DVD's were fun to watch. Then after a
couple hours or so of that, I'd take a bath and ensure that I'm smooth
everywhere, put on some lotion and skin creams, do my makeup and get
dressed. I always wear whatever is clean that's the sexiest I can find.
I just want to look my very best for Kyle!
The lotions I've been using have made my skin so soft and smooth. I'm
not sure, but I think I look a lot younger these days. My hair has grown
longer and I no longer need to shave my face, which might be
contributing to my youthful appearance. My nipples have gotten so much
larger though! Puffier. And the aereolae are darker and bigger too. I
know I should be concerned, but I just can't bring myself to be. The
pleasure I get from rubbing them is too intensely good to worry about
it!
Used to be when I got home from work I'd get online and surf for some
porno and jack the hell off. But these days I don't think I've
masturbated in over a month now. At least not the way I used to. I'll
play with my nipples and rub my tiny dick in my panties until waves of
pleasure overcome me and some clear liquid squirts out. It makes me feel
so deliciously girly when that happens! I dream about sucking a real
cock though, like the ones in the DVD's Kyle makes for me. He still
won't let me see him naked though. He spends all his time at home in his
boxer shorts. I can usually see the outline of his cock though and it
sets my imagination aflame! And his hairy chest and legs and that
gorgeous treasure trail of his has me on the edge of cumming all day
long. He makes comments all the time about how much of a sissy I've
become and how I could only wish to be half the man he was.
Kyle bought me a dildo the other day. It was an 8 incher with realistic
looking balls attached. He told me that I should use it to practice on.
He said "If you ever want a chance at my schlong, you're going to need
to learn to deep throat it. You may as well practice with this smaller
version of it." He also gave me some new porno movies to watch when I
get stoned. He said they'd help me be a good cocksucker.
I knew I should be upset by all this, but I just couldn't be. My life
was so much better these days! I didn't have to make any hard decisions
anymore. Kyle took care of everything. He paid the bills and bought the
food and everything else. I was so happy just cooking and cleaning and
trying my best to be as much of a girl for him as I could be! I've been
practicing so much with the dildo. He was right, the pornos he gave me
were really informative.
My titties have grown some more. My A-cup bras aren't fitting as well as
before. My hips seem to be getting wider too. Lord knows my butt is huge
these days! I don't know how any of this is happening, but I just don't
care. Between the weed and the music I was still listening to, my
thoughts had gotten much simpler. It's hard to believe I used to be a
nurse! I was watching General Hospital the other day (I LOVE soap
operas!) and there was a bunch of medical talk and I couldn't understand
any of it! I've given up reading the newspaper too. Too much of it just
doesn't make any sense! Besides, I'm so much more interested in learning
how to cook new things and new cleaning techniques. Kyle likes it so
much that I take good care of the house and of him. I think it's
important to attend to a man's needs.
He's finally started to let me see him naked. I've seen him hard many
times now. He'll sometimes walk around the house completely naked with a
raging boner. He loves me looking at it. He'll even let me get on my
knees up close to it and smell it. But he refuses to let me touch him
anywhere near his cock. He reminds me that he's completely straight and
that even though I look so much like a girl these days, I'm still a man.
He's so right. I've come to hate that tiny thing between my legs! How I
wish I looked like all the other girls! I do my best to dress in sexy
things for him. I'll often find an excuse to drop something and bend
over at my waist to pick it up. When my skirt rides up, it's so much fun
to watch his cock twitch and rise. I wish he would let me touch it and
worship it the way it should be. He is such a real man! I can't believe
I ever used to think I was a man.
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