I Made It Out of Clay
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Modeling Clay
by Stephanie Rose
"You want to be a woman," the stranger said to me. He had a slight
accent, of undeterminable origin.
"Excuse me?" I replied, shocked by the sudden, unexpected, and
unsolicited assessment.
"I said, you want to be a woman," he repeated. "I have certain gifts. One
of them is the ability to see into a person. To see what they want to be.
To see how they ought to be. You ought to be a woman."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked around the hotel lounge
to see if anyone else was nearby, hearing this. No one was.
"I.... I don't know what you're talking about," I feigned ignorance.
He was right, surprisingly. I had dreamed of being a woman for as long as
I could remember. I even cross dressed for a while in my 20s, until I
became depressed that I was never going to look like I wanted to, and was
too scared to pursue transition. My dreams have been relegated to
fantasies since then.
"It's hard to accept, I know, that someone can see something you've been
hiding for so long," he said.
"I see it very clearly. I can help. It's one of my other gifts," he
added.
"I haven't been hiding anything," I insisted. It was a weak, unconvincing
denial. It didn't take a "gift," to see through it.
"My name is Malcom. Come with me," he said, and started walking away
toward the Hilton lobby. I followed immediately, not bothering to finish
my drink or pay the tab.
He led me through the lobby, straight to the elevators, not once looking
back to see if I was following. Into the elevator we went. I didn't see
the floor he selected. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
When we arrived at a door, he looked at me for the first time since the
lounge, and asked for my room key. Finally looking away from him, I saw
that we were at my own hotel room door.
I handed him the keycard, he unlocked the door for us, and then he held
the door open with his arm and said "ladies first," while gently guiding
me into the room with his other hand on my lower back.
Once in the room next to the bed, I turned to see him a few feet away
studying me.
"Please take off your clothes," he commanded.
As I undressed before him, he explained his gifts.
"When I was a child, I loved to play with clay. I would mold it and shape
it into the most amazing things. That was my first gift. Doing it was as
natural as walking or breathing. Eventually I learned that I could take a
lump of clay, and I just knew what it needed to be. That was my second
gift. It wasn't just clay though. I could do that with nearly anything--
clay, wood, stone flesh."
As he finished, I stood before him naked. Most of my fantasies involved
relationships with men, with me as a woman. I had never gone through with
anything of that sort in real life though--partly from lack of
opportunity, but mostly because I was just not attracted to men. Until
now. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I knew I would do anything
he wanted. I was his. His to command. His to mold. His to remake into
whatever image he had for me.
He stepped toward me, pressing his left hand to the right side of my
face, and firmly stroking my hair back and down. Then he did the same
with his other hand to my left, then the top and back of my head, and
back to the right. The sequence repeated: right, left, top, and back.
Right left, top, and back. I felt my hair lengthening with each stroke.
Soon it was brushing the tops of my shoulders, then draping over them,
and extending down my back.
His fingers moved to my face. They swept across my newly framed forehead,
reshaped my eyebrows, remolded my nose, and adjusted my cheeks. With the
palms of his hand, he swept down the sides of my face. I felt my whiskers
rough against his hands. Then he stroked again, and felt the roughness of
his hands against my soft skin. He continued above and below my lips,
then my chin, and finally my neck. It was all smooth to his touch.
His hands moved to my shoulders, flattening, narrowing, and softening
them.
I could feel everything he was doing. There was no pain. Nor was there
pleasure. There was just feeling.
He continued down my arms--shrinking, smoothing and softening them as he
went. The thick, dark hair gave way to a light, sparse, and soft down.
He interlaced his fingers with mine, and then pulled away, leaving dainty
fingers and hands behind.
His hands moved to my waist. He pushed in from the side, carving out
notches on opposite sides of my torso, just above the hips. He gently
swept up, narrowing my rib cage, then he pushed the excess flesh down,
shaping my hips.
He leaned down, and started working on my muscular thighs. He squeezed,
and shaped, and pushed the excess to my backside. There he reshaped my
formerly flat bottom to a round and full backside.
"Lay down," he told me.
I sat on the bed behind me and then laid back.
He lifted my right leg, and formed a shapely calf before reforming my
feet into a smaller and more feminine size. He wiped away what was left
of my leg hair giving me a long and sexy leg. He followed suit with the
left leg.
Then he leaned over me, and put his hands on my protruding belly. He
massaged the flab, separated it into to equal sized mounds, and pushed
them up to my chest, one at a time. He shaped them into full, round, and
smooth breasts, removing my chest hair with the now familiar brush of his
palms.
Using his thumb and forefinger, he spread and expanded the areolae
sitting atop my new breasts. Then he pinched, pulled, and rolled my
nipples. Thus far, there had been no pain, and no pleasure either. But as
he rolled and played with my nipples and new breasts, I felt an
unfamiliar pleasure. My newly expanded nipples contracted and became
hard, jutting straight up toward the ceiling. He cupped my left breast
with his hand, and lowered his mouth to my nipple, and began to kiss,
nibble. and suck on it. I arched my now slender back in ecstasy, and let
out a feminine moan. He repeated it with my right breast, driving me wild
with pleasure.
He climbed onto the bed over me. I suddenly realized that he was naked
too. He leaned his head and lips into mine and kissed me. I could feel my
lips plumping slightly as they kissed him back. I could feel his hairy
muscular chest rubbing and pressing against my smooth round breasts, the
friction of his hair against my nipples driving me wild. His tongue
parted my lips, and began to dance with my own tongue. I could feel him
breathing into my mouth, and there was a tingling inside my throat.
He pulled away, and looked into my eyes. I looked back with desire.
"I need you inside of me," I said in a feminine whisper.
"Soon my dear, very soon."
He raised himself up, and grasped my hard cock in his hand. He took it,
and pointed his own hard cock at mine. The head of his cock pressed
against mine, and he gently pushed. My penis, still hard, gave way to
his, sliding back below what used to be my foreskin. The head of his
penis followed it in. With that he began to thrust and retreat, pushing
himself into me a little bit more with each thrust. I could feel my penis
splitting beneath the skin. The head settled hear the front, and a
smaller hole in the back. There was no pain, but no pleasure either. I
yearned to feel the pleasure I was sure would be coming.
He pulled his cock mostly out of my opening, my foreskin still enclosing
his head. He reached under me, and moved my testicles into the hole he
had carved under my skin and up into my body. He thrusted, and I felt
them being pushed up inside of me. Then his thrusting began in earnest.
My formerly boy parts reformed themselves with each thrust. More and more
of the penile skin stayed inside me until it became stiff, and I began to
feel him slipping in and out of my new vagina. That's when the pleasure
hit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pushed myself back against
him with each stroke.
Feminine moans and words escaped my lips. "Oh yeah. so goooooood. don't
stop. harder."
He lowered his head and chest to me, and I wrapped by arms around him to
keep him pressed up against me. Our lips met and our tongue's danced as
he pounded into me.
I could feel a wave of pleasure building. Somehow his cock grew bigger
and harder inside of me. I knew he was about to erupt. Too soon, he began
to moan, then let out a scream of his own. I could feel him spasm inside
of me, the hot cum splashing the insides of my uterus.
My own wave finally broke, shaking my body with a pleasure unlike any I
had ever felt before. The last thing I heard was my new voice yelling,
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" before I passed out.
I awoke the following morning. It was still early on a Saturday, and I
was alone. I felt strange. My long hair was a mess, and I could feel
something sticky between my legs. My labia was sore and tender to the
touch, not to mention leaking. Then it hit me. I was a woman! He actually
did it! He saw me as a woman, and he remade me into a woman!
I wondered what I looked like. I couldn't see myself during the
transformation, since I couldn't take my eyes off of him the entire time.
I threw off the covers and tried to stand on shaky legs. I felt very
different, but was soon able to stand and walk well enough. I inspected
myself in the mirror.
I had long brown hair, the same color as before. My face was still
recognizable as my own, but softer, with a smaller, more feminine nose
and plumper lips. My breasts seemed huge, but I couldn't gage the size.
My waist was narrow with a slight bulge in front. I would have to work on
that. My hips and butt looked huge! I definitely had an hourglass shape,
just a little bottom heavy, not bad for a 35 year old woman. I felt
shorter, but couldn't tell how much.
I checked the clock. 6:30. Checkout was at noon, and my flight home was
at 2. Then reality hit me. What was I going to wear? I checked my
clothes--still the same male attire which I was sure would no longer fit
me. I checked my wallet. I saw my old face and "Male," looking back at me
on my driver's license. Security wasn't going to accept that as my ID at
the airport.
Finally, what was I going to tell my wife?
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