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Nadine's Panties By Vivian Bird My name is Victor Parsons. I am 31 years old, a college graduate and I have lived alone for the past seven years. I am 5" 6", weigh 140 pounds and have dark hair, which I wear on the longish side, usually in a male pony tail. I have worked for "Nadine's," a women's clothing store, for the past three years, first as a clerk and eventually in charge of all the financial activities of the company. It is an adequate living and Nadine has been hinting lately, that she would like to see me train as her successor when she retires in a couple of years. My work keeps me busy and other than an occasional movie, or dinner out, I am pretty much home every evening, often catching up on "Nadine's" financial dealings. Luckily, I don't have to wear a suit and tie, except for the rare occasion that I have business to conduct outside of my office. Nadine mostly employs women for her store, however almost all of them are older than I am, so the pickings for finding young women to date are few and far between. I was active sexually in college, but since then, I could count the number of women who I have slept with on the fingers of one hand. I live in a one bedroom apartment and try to keep it as neat and clean as possible. I have learned how to cook a bit, so I don't have to go out for dinner too often. I say hello to my neighbors when I see them in the hallways, but I have not developed a relationship with any of them. My office is in the rear of the store and consists of a desk, several file cabinets, two bookcases and three chairs, one being the one I sit on. Nadine pops in several times a week to discuss financial dealings, but most of the time, I am left alone in my office. Yesterday afternoon, Nadine came in, sat down and stared at me. "Victor, I know that I have mentioned this to you on several occasions in the past, but now I feel that the time for action has come." "Have I done something wrong, Nadine?" I asked. "If so, I'm sure that I can rectify the situation immediately." "No, no, Victor. On the contrary. You have been an exemplary employee. That is why I want you to assume a much more important position. I would like you to start training to take over for me when I retire." "When are you planning to leave, Nadine?" I asked, somewhat hesitantly. "As soon as I can train you, Victor. You already have all of the financial knowledge you require. As you know, the store is quite profitable and I am able to employ quite a few people. I would certainly like for that to continue for the foreseeable future. If you are agreeable, I would like to start training you immediately. I know it will take some time, months maybe, even a year or two, but if you are willing, we could start right now." "I am certainly very happy that you think that highly of me, Nadine. Of course I will do anything necessary to learn the job as quickly as possible." "It won't be easy, Victor. It includes learning the stock and how to discuss it with our customers. As you know, I spend most of my time on the sales floor. I leave the selling to our salesladies, but I am the one that our women customers come to for advice on everything from stockings to hairstyles. On the few occasions that I have seen you interact with our employees and customers, you seem to get along very well with women. They seem to take to you easily and I'm sure that trait will be a big advantage for you." "How do you want me to start the learning process, Nadine?" "I want you to start to learning our stock immediately," she answered. "So, I will put a few things in a box for you to take to your apartment this evening. You can't possibly discuss clothes with women, unless you know what you are talking about. So, for awhile, I will give you different items to study until you feel you know them. Then, we can see where we go from there." "Alright," I said, looking forward to taking on this challenge, which could prove very profitable for me. "What should I do with these items, Nadine, other than study them?" "Whatever it takes for you to feel you can discuss them in detail with our customers. Believe me, they will be coming to you as the final authority, just as they have come to me for years now." "Alright, I'll do my best," I said, although I don't think that I said it with a great deal of conviction in my voice. "What will be in the box today?" "Why don't you wait and see when you get home. I'll be available on the phone for questions if you have them," said Nadine. As promised, Nadine gave me a cardboard box before I left for the day. "Open it when you get home, Victor and call me if you have questions and I expect that you will." As soon as I got home, I opened the box and found six pair of very feminine women's panties in different colors. I took one of the panties out of the box and touched it. Not surprisingly it felt very silky and soft. I held it up to my nose. The panties smelled faintly of perfume, the same type of perfume that Nadine wore every day. Now what should I do with it? The only thing that I could figure out was to put the panties on and see how it felt. Was this what Nadine wanted? For me to put on panties to see how it felt on women, even though I was a man? Easy enough I guess. I took off my pants, jockey shorts, shoes and socks and slid the yellow panties up my legs. It seemed to be a perfect fit, even though my penis and testicles took up a good bit of the room. I immediately noticed how soft and smooth it was and how it seemed to caress my flesh. I also noticed something else - I was getting an immediate erection. I rubbed the panties over my penis and soon became very hard. I continued rubbing until I ejaculated into the panties. When I recovered, I cleaned up the mess, put the soiled panties in my pile of clothes to be washed and put the blue pair on. This pair felt great as well, lots better than my jockey shorts, but this time my penis behaved itself. I walked around my apartment wearing just the panties and my shirt. They were very comfortable, maybe even dangerously so. Eventually, I was getting an erection again, so I decided to sit down for awhile. What was causing this to happen? Just the panties? Did Nadine think this would happen to me? Is this why she wanted me to learn as much as possible about these items? I had certainly learned how erotic the panties felt already. I began to realize how sexy women must feel wearing all their various forms of lingerie. I wondered what Nadine would have me do next? Afterwards, I called Nadine and told her what had happened, omitting the orgasm. "Great," she said. "This is what I had hoped would happen. First, I'm overjoyed that you put the panties on. That tells me that you really want to learn the position. Secondly, you have discovered how sexy they make a person feel. Now you can express those feelings to our customers. This has been a great start, Victor. I'll look forward to seeing you in the morning. The next morning, I couldn't resist putting the white panties on, instead of my jockey shorts. I knew no one would see them and they just felt more comfortable on me. Soon after I arrived at work, Nadine walked into my office. "Thanks for calling me last night, Victor. It really made me think that my idea to have you eventually take over my position just might work. By the way, I'm curious. Are you wearing your usual shorts this morning, or panties?" I must have turned bright red and for some reason, tears came to my eyes. "Panties," I answered. "I don't know why, but I felt like I really wanted to wear the panties. I'm sorry, Nadine. You must think that I'm some sort of weirdo." Nadine came over to me and gave me a big hug. "It's all right, Victor. I know how nice those panties feel. That is why I gave them to you. Women wear lots of really nice things. I'll give you another item or two before you go home tonight. Is that OK?" "I guess so," I answered. "Last night I realized that panties feel very erotic and are much more comfortable than what men wear. I can actually use that knowledge with our women customers." "Good for you, Victor," exclaimed Nadine. "In addition to the items, I will give you some vitamin pills that I would like you to take each morning. All of our salesgirls take them and I find it helps keep their energy up. A full day on the sales floor can get quite taxing." When I got home that evening, I opened the box and found three pairs of ladies thigh high hosiery, a garter belt, a debilitory cream and a bottle of the vitamin pills Nadine had told me about. Nadine had also written a message for me. Dear Victor, Since you found the panties so erotic , I thought you might like these stockings and garter belt as well. Before you put them on, apply the depilatory cream to your legs. It will quickly remove your leg hair that would be unsightly under smooth, silky hosiery. I think that you might find the stockings quite erotic as well. While you are wearing them, rub your legs together. I find it very enticing to do so. By the way, the garter belt is used to keep the stockings up. If you have trouble fastening the straps to the stockings, give me a call. If you so choose, you can use the cream on the rest of the body hair below your head as well. Make sure that you put your panties on over your garter belt, or you will have to unhook your stockings whenever you have to go to the bathroom. I have also included a bottle of the vitamin pills I told you about. Make sure that you take two of the pills each morning with your breakfast. If you choose to wear the stockings to work, just put your socks and shoes on over them and your pants will hide them. It will be our little secret. Love, Nadine I was going to take a shower anyway, so I took the cream with me and spread it all over my legs. I don't have much body hair to speak of, just a bit on my arms and chest and so I spread it on them as well. I waited the amount of time the directions suggested, then turned the shower on. I was amazed to see the water just wash the hair down the drain. I was also amazed to feel how smooth those areas were now. Then, I realized that I had not removed my pubic hairs, so I got a scissors and cut most of it off, then got rid of the rest of it with a razor, as well as the hair under my arms. I imagined that the panties would feel even sexier now without all that hair in the way. Since the panties felt so erotic, I figured I would try my new lingerie. It took awhile until I figured out how to roll the stockings up my now smooth legs and attach them to the garters. After I finished though, I had a huge erection. The stockings fit tightly against my legs, kind of caressing them. Then, when I rubbed one of my legs against the other, I could actually feel the electricity being transmitted to my groin area. I didn't dare put the panties on, because I knew I would be putting a load in them again. Instead, I masturbated into some tissues. What the hell is happening to me, I thought? Here I am in women's underwear and I feel so excited that I can't control myself!" I took off the stockings, garter belt and panties, and put on my own clothes and realized they felt so drab and unexciting in comparison. The next morning, I dutifully put on the stockings, garter belt and lastly the panties. They felt wonderful on me. However, when I put on my pants, I realized that I couldn't rub one stocking against another anymore. It thought that maybe that's one of the reasons women wear skirts and dresses. I took the vitamin pills with my breakfast, as Nadine had instructed and went to work. Nadine greeted me as I walked in the front door and took me right into her office. "So, how did you enjoy the new additions?" she asked, smiling in anticipation as if she already knew the answer. She must have been really anxious to find out, since neither of us had the chance to sit down yet. I couldn't help noticing that she was looking at my arms. "Well, I started out by removing my fuzz with the cream as I'm sure you already know since you have been staring at my bare arms," I answered. "I couldn't believe how smooth and soft my skin felt afterwards. The real thrill came when I put the stockings on and fastened them to the garter belt. It made my legs feel caressed and very sexy. Rubbing my legs together was as enticing as you mentioned. Unfortunately, that bonus disappears when I put my pants on over them. The garter belt itself has its own perks. I continually feel the pull of the garters, reminding me of what I am wearing, even though it is all hidden from view. By the way, I did remember to put my panties on over the garter belt as you instructed. To tell you the truth, between the panties, stockings and garter belt, I am finding it to be a bit overwhelming. I think that I have had an erection since I got dressed. By the way, I did take the vitamin pills this morning." "Victor, I am so happy to hear that this little experiment has gone so well. You have not only been open to the idea of trying on these items, but you have worn them to work under your clothes, and your reaction tells me that you really like wearing the lingerie. Am I right?" "Yes, Nadine, you are right. But I don't know what has gotten into me. After all, these are women's undergarments. Men aren't supposed to enjoy wearing them, yet I certainly seem to enjoy them immensely. What does that make me? Some kind of pervert?" "Not at all, Victor. It just means that you enjoy wearing lingerie. Why don't you continue wearing those things under your clothes today and I'll have something else for you before you go home. Quite frankly, there is only one other piece of lingerie that almost all women wear every day and that is a brassiere. I would like to fit you with one after work and you can try it out at home if you like. I think that you will really like the way the bra straps hold your upper body, even though you don't have anything to put in the bra cups right now." And so it went. Nadine fitted me with a bra after work and I wore it home. I was very conscious of the straps on my shoulders, the fabric rubbing against my nipples and the band around my torso. It didn't feel constricting though. Instead it felt as if something was holding me. Unfortunately, I noticed several people staring at me as I went to my car. Then I realized what it was. The cups of the bra could be seen protruding slightly right through my shirt. Whereas the other lingerie was invisible, the bra was detectable. When I got home, I called Nadine and told her the problem. "Yes, I figured that might happen," she answered. Why don't you drop over to my house. I have a possible solution for your problem, which might just be the solution to my problem as well." I drove over to Nadine's, still wearing the bra and the rest of the lingerie. I figured that nobody but Nadine would be seeing me. Wow, was I wrong. When I got there, one of the salesladies from the store was there in addition to Nadine. It was Carly Thomas, who I knew used to be a hairdresser, before becoming a saleslady for Nadine. She was probably five to ten years older than me and was very attractive, with a voluptuous figure. "Carly was here when you called, Victor, and I figured she could add something to our discussion, so I asked her to stay," said Nadine. She is very aware of why you are here because she went through the same thing awhile ago. You see, Carly was once a man named Carl. I doubt very seriously that you have ever thought of her as anything other than a woman, have you Victor?" "No, of course not," I answered, quite surprised and intimidated by this turn of events. "I can come back another time if this is inconvenient for you." "Don't be silly. Now is a perfectly good time," answered Nadine. "I can see that you are still wearing the bra I gave you. I can see the lines through your shirt. Are you finding it comfortable to wear? "Yes, it is. I really like the way it feels on me," I answered, "but people are staring at me because they know that I have a bra on under my clothes." "Are you also wearing the rest of the lingerie I gave you under your clothes, Victor?" "Yes I am. To tell you the truth, I am finding it hard to take off the lingerie, because it feels so good on my body." "Wonderful. Now I would really like for you to take your outer clothes off and let us see you in just your lingerie. You don't have to if it will make you too uncomfortable. I would like to see if the fit is perfect and how you look in these women's things. If you wish, Carly and I could take off our dresses so you can see what we look like in our lingerie as well." "No, that's OK. I don't mind," I answered and began taking off my shirt, pants, shoes and socks. The two women watched me carefully and had me turn around slowly. "Very attractive, Nadine," said Carly. I think that her whole demeanor changed after she took off her boy clothes. Notice how she is in a very girly pose now. She would never have done that in her other clothes. She has great legs in those stockings and that garter belt is really sexy on her." "Why are you referring to me as 'her' when I'm a man?" I complained. "Quite frankly, Victor, you look more like a Vickie standing there in front of us," intoned Nadine. "Have you looked at yourself in a mirror with that lingerie on? Some makeup, heels and a feminine hairstyle and you could be quite a hot chick." I was taken so aback by all this that I couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, I started to tear up. Both women came over to hug and console me. "We aren't trying to insult, or make fun of you," said Nadine. We are just expressing our opinion on what you look like. It isn't a bad thing to look like an attractive female, even though you are still a male. This is the reason I had you come over here today. To convince you to allow yourself to express your feminine side even more. Carly was in the same position over a year ago and now she is my leading saleswoman. That doesn't mean you have to become a woman, but if you are going to replace me in the future, it would be much better if you at least dressed and acted like a woman on the sales floor. Almost all of our customers are female and they naturally relate more to someone who they feel has the same problems with clothes and with life that they have." I took a deep breath and said, "What would I have to do?" "You don't have to do anything, dear, answered Nadine. But I would hope that you would want to do everything you could to further your career. You didn't have to wear the lingerie you have on. However, I think that you did it because it felt so good on you. Earlier you said yourself that you are having a hard time taking it off because it feel so good. All I'm suggesting is for you to put on additional clothes that will further enhance not only your look, but make you feel even better than you do now." "What types of things are you talking about?" I asked. "Well, to start with a dress and heels. Then you have to learn how to put makeup on properly, probably pierce your ears for earrings and practice how to walk, sit, and gesture like a woman. To tell you the truth, I have always thought that you already have many girly mannerisms and your voice is quite high for a man. You already have hair that is long enough to style, so instead of that pony tail, Carly is very good at giving you a feminine hairstyle so that you don't even have to wear a wig, unless you want to. Of course, you will have to practice all this for awhile. There is one other thing. Unfortunately, you don't have the curves of a woman. However, we can do something about that as well. We sell body shapers that will work wonders on your waistline and stomach. Your chest is another matter. Breasts are the most noticed thing on females and although woman with flat chests can still be quite attractive, a nice bust can do wonders for both your image and your confidence." "Do you mean put breast forms in my bra?" I asked. "Yes, at least at first," answered Nadine. If you find that you really enjoy being a woman, then you would probably benefit from growing your own breasts, or having implants. I have to tell you the truth, Victor. Those vitamins I gave you also have female hormones in them. If you take them for awhile, you will develop secondary female characteristics like breasts and a redistribution of your body fat to give you larger hips and a bigger derriere. But that takes quite a long time. Of course you can stop taking them at any time and the changes will reverse themselves if you haven't gone too far. Of course, once your breasts develop, they will still be there if you stop taking the pills." "So what do we do now?" I asked. "Do you want to go further along the lines I suggested?" asked Nadine. "If so, we can have you try on some dresses and shoes right now and have Carly style your hair. I have some breast forms that will fit inside your bra that will fill out the dresses and a little makeup will help a great deal. You can see what you look like. If you like, you can sleep here tonight, so I can help you in the morning and you can even go to work as Vickie tomorrow morning." " I just want to make sure that the changes from the hormones and other things aren't going to be permanent unless I want them to be," I answered. "Based on what you have already told us, I think your biggest fear should be that you will love this whole process so much, you will never want to go back to being Victor again. Come on. Let's get you fully dressed and we will take you out for dinner. " "Out? Dressed as a woman?" "Of course. If not now, when?" It took about two hours for Nadine and Carly to dress me, make me up, do my hair and let me practice walking in two inch heels. They sprayed me with perfume, gave me a necklace and bracelets to wear and pronounced me ready to go. I looked at myself in a full length mirror and I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked like an attractive female. The body shaper had slimmed my waist. The breast inserts had given me a substantial bust line in the sheath I was wearing. Thanks to Carly, my hair had curls for the first time and fell to my shoulders. My red lips and black eye liner changed my facial features. I actually looked and felt sexy as hell. Most of all, I felt so comfortable in these clothes that I really didn't want to take them off. "So, Vickie, what do you think?" asked Nadine. Were we right when we told you that you would make an attractive woman?" "I'm amazed," I answered. I can't believe what I am seeing," I answered. "Are you comfortable with the body shaper, the heels and with the added weight in your bra," asked Carly? "Very comfortable," I answered. I really like the way the body shaper hugs me and make my waistline so much smaller. I also love having breasts. To tell the truth, I'm hoping that the hormones will work quickly so I can fill my bra cups with breast flesh of my own. Carly, thanks for helping me with my hair. I think your did an amazing job to style it so quickly. " Since we were all starved, we left and went to a nearby restaurant. I really didn't feel uncomfortable in my new female attire. I had no trouble walking in my two inch heels and I loved the swishing sound my stockings made as they rubbed against each other under my dress. Nadine had changed into a low necked dress and Carly had opened a couple of buttons on the blouse she had been wearing at work. Both of them showed quite a bit of cleavage that I was actually a little bit jealous of. It really showed me what an asset boobs can be for a woman. "Carly," I asked, "is that all you spilling out of that neckline? You sure don't look anything like a Carl now." "Well," she answered, I started on hormones, but after more than a year, I just had tiny breasts. I really wanted bigger ones, so I augmented them with implants. I really like them now and it seems like men and most women really like them as well. If you would like to see my boobs close up, I can give you an opportunity when we get back. I love showing them off when I am out, but not when I am working. "I'm going to take you up on that, Carly," I said. "I would love to see your boobs close up and maybe even touch them and suck on your nipples. It gets me hot just to think of that. "Mine are all natural," Nadine said. I'm really bisexual and I have found that I love both men and women to touch my breasts and suck on my nipples." During dinner, I noticed several men and a few women glancing at us from time to time. "Wow, I feel that we are being checked out by so many people. Does this happen all the time?" "It happens a lot, Vicki, especially when we put our cleavage on display, like tonight," said Carly. I talked it over with Nadine and we decided to let you see what happens when you flaunt your assets. Don't worry, you will be able to do the same thing eventually. You mentioned that you loved having breasts, even though they are just breast forms. Just wait until you get the real thing. I couldn't stop touching mine and I love it when others touch them as well. I can have an orgasm just by having my breasts touched and sucked." After dinner, we walked to a nearby drug store and I purchased several items I would need such as lipstick, mascara, eye liner, perfume, nail polish and a heavy beard covering makeup. "I suggest starting laser treatments on your beard as quickly as possible, Vickie," said Carly. It took me at least six months to get rid of all my facial hair. Hopefully, your face won't be as difficult." "Thanks, Carly," I answered. "I really appreciate that advice. Please let me know who you used and I will make an appointment as soon as possible. I can't believe how easily I am sliding into this female persona. Thanks to you and Nadine, I feel no hesitation whatsoever in making any changes I can as soon as possible. I just seem to feel so much more comfortable as a woman, than being a man all these years." When we got back to Nadine's house, both Carly and Nadine gave me big hugs and kisses. These were not simple pecks on the lips. They were both strong, tongue in the mouth, sexy kisses, lipstick to lipstick, our hands all over each other's bodies. I leaned back from Carly and put my hands on her breasts, rubbing and kneading them. "Ladies, before we get carried away," said Nadine, "lets go into the bedroom, take off our dresses and hang them up in the closet. We don't want them to get torn, or mangled because of sexual anxiousness." We followed her advice. Once the dresses were in the closet, all of us were in just our lingerie. Carly asked me if I still wanted to see her boobs. I answered "absolutely, but I would really like to examine them while you still have your bra on. You see, I feel that if a woman with large breasts is wearing a well fitting bra, her breasts are almost as sexy wearing a bra, as they are totally uncovered." "For example," I continued, while rubbing my hands over the cups of her bra, "do you see the way that you fill your bra completely, with no noticeable wrinkles in it, as there would be if your bra was too big? If your bra was too small, you could see bulges here and there, not the smooth line that I am feeling now. Of course, the best part is the incredible cleavage a well sized bra will create and yours is no exception." "Wow," said Nadine. "You sound like you can already discuss bras with our customers." With that, Carly and I began kissing again. "I hate to slow you down again, ladies, cautioned Nadine, "but this is an evening of firsts. and I would like to make sure that all of these firsts get fulfilled, before we go any farther." Of course one first has already happened. Vickie has not only been dressed completely from head to toe in female attire, but she has had her hair done, makeup applied and put on high heels for the first time. To top it off, we took her to a restaurant where she was ogled over and over again. Still, she came through it unscathed and I can't believe anyone there would have any idea she was anything but a naturally born woman." "Thank you, Nadine. You were right about something else as well. I never want to go back to being Victor again. I feel so comfortable in these clothes, as Vickie. Now I want to do the things that Carly has already done, have breast implants and eventually have sex change surgery. But what are the other firsts you were talking about?" I asked. "There are two of them," she answered, and I would like for both of them to take place on this special night. These are both firsts for Carly. You see, Carly has learned how to give a blow job by sucking on dildos and has gotten quite good at it. However, a dildo is not a penis and I think that it is high time she finds out what a real cock feels like in her mouth and what happens when she does her job really well. Will she be able to swallow the whole load, or will she choke on it. "Secondly, she had sex replacement surgery a couple of months ago Since then, she has had to dilate her new vagina with dildos that increase in size every so often. At first, this was a painful procedure for her, since she was primarily trying to keep the new channel open. But once the channel was well established, the goal was to stretch her vagina out enough so that a penis could eventually be inserted. Just a couple of weeks ago, her doctor gave her the go ahead to have sex as a woman for the first time. So, I think that the time for both of these firsts to happen is tonight. I would hope that you would be anxious to do both, Carly and I hope that Vickie, you would agree to supply the cock to get both jobs done. Vickie, I don't want to wait, since the hormones you are taking could have an impact on you having erections sooner rather than later. So, are both of you ladies in agreement?" "I would love to have Carly suck my cock," I said. "Just let me get this lingerie off first, especially the body shaper, so it doesn't get messed up. Maybe I will leave the bra and breast forms on. I love the tightness of the bra and especially the feel and look of having breasts, even false ones." "I've been waiting to suck a real cock for a long time and I'd love for my first one to be yours, Vickie," said Carly, stripping off her bra. I would also be very happy to initiate my new pussy with Vickie's cock, if she can get it up again after my expert blow job." "Don't worry about that, Carly," said Nadine. I know a way to insure that Vickie will be suitably hard to really make you feel like a woman for the first time. No dildo can sufficiently simulate what a really stiff cock feels like inside you. Carly walked over to me and gave me a big kiss. While doing so, she grabbed my already hard cock and rubbed with both hands. When the kiss ended, still holding on to my cock, Carly walked me over to the bed and pushed me down so that I was in a sitting position. She knelt in between my legs and started to lightly caress my balls. Then, she leaned over and took one of them in her mouth and sucked on it, just for a few seconds. Then it was the other one's turn. By this time I was ready to cum and cum hard, but Carly grabbed my cock again and squeezed it. "No, no," she said. "You are not coming until I am ready for you to cum." She waited until my desire had waned a bit, then started to lick my cock with her tongue, first the head and then the rest it. "I'm going to suck you dry, baby. I want every bit of sperm you have in my tummy." With that, she opened her mouth wide and closed it around the head of my cock. I could feel her tongue licking circles around it inside her mouth. Then, inch by inch, she seemed to swallow my cock until she had almost its entire length inside her mouth. Then she started to really suck on it and at the same time, moving her lips up and down my cock. By this time, I was moaning and striving for release, but every time I came close, Carly would stop sucking and take my cock out of her mouth. "I guess that I've made you suffer enough, Vickie," she said with a small grin on her face. "Now I'm going to deep throat you and get all of you in me. Then you can give me your cum. I don't want to lose a drop. I've waited so long for this moment. With that, she put her lips around my cock again, and slid them down to where my pubic hair had been until I had shaved it off. While she did this, she continued the sucking action until finally I couldn't hold on any longer and let lose my first spurt. Two other spurts followed closely. I could feel her swallowing quickly, but even then, I could see a small bit of the cum leaking out of her mouth. She wiped it off with her fingers, put the fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. "That was so nice, baby. You taste so good. I would love to suck your cock every day," she exclaimed, still licking her lips. "Now that I've become a real cocksucker, I plan to make a habit of it. She looked down at my limp penis and said "I hope you knew what you were talking about, Nadine. I don't foresee this little guy growing any in the near future and I really want to get fucked tonight." "Don't worry, Carly," said Nadine. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll have Vickie ready for you again." With that, she lay on the bed beside me, after taking off her bra. "Vickie, please take off my panties." When I reached over to take them off, she said, "Not with your hands, with your mouth." I wasn't about to argue with the boss, so I got the waistband of her panties in my teeth and started pulling downward. Every inch or two, I had to change my hold to her hip areas, so I could slide the thin material over them, then, revert to the center of her torso. Eventually, I reached her vagina and I could smell her rich, womanly aroma. As I went further down, my nose wound up penetrating her vaginal lips and I could hear Nadine saying "Oh yes baby. Your nose feels so good in me, but your tongue and lips will even feel better." Once I got her panties below her vagina, Nadine pulled them off herself. "That was fun, baby," she said, "but now I want you to eat my pussy and make me cum." So, I did. In fact, I licked and sucked her until she had two orgasms. Carly helped out by sucking on her tits, while I concentrated on her pussy and clit. While she worked on Nadine's boobs, Nadine reached down and started stroking my cock, until it was rock hard again. When we finished satisfying Nadine, Carly said to me "come on Vickie. Its time for you to put that cock of yours in me and really make me a woman. She had taken off her panties and put some lubrication in and around her pussy. As I started to mount her, she put lube all over my cock as well. "Go slow, Vickie. Remember I have never had a real cock in my pussy before. I want to feel it so badly though." I placed my cock at her opening and started to insert it per her instructions. She moaned a bit when I pushed the head in, but I couldn't tell if it was because it hurt her, or it was because of sheer ecstasy. "Oh, I can feel it stretching me inside," she exclaimed. It feels big and warm. I love it. More now, Vickie. Put more of it in me. Go slow, so I can feel every inch of you going into me." She really started moaning as I got more and more of my cock inside her. "Oh, God, it feels so good in me. I love this. I love being fucked. Push harder now. Really fuck me hard with your big cock." Carly had wrapped her legs around my body as I continued fucking her non stop. Finally, her legs grabbed me in a vise grip and her body started to spasm in the throes of her first female orgasm. "I love it, I love it, she screamed. I love getting my pussy fucked." I had still not reached my orgasm, so I kept my cock inside of Carly and kept it moving. Suddelnly, I felt Nadine kissing my ear from behind me. She whispered, "Now it's time for you to feel what it is like to be penetrated." With that, she rubbed some lube all over my anus and stuck a finger inside me.. It was a strange sensation, but certainly not at all unpleasant. She put a second finger inside me and started moving them both back and forth. "How does that feel, baby?" she asked. "If you are OK with that, I have a small dildo that I would like to put in you, just to let you feel what it would be like to be fucked like Carly. If you like it, we can stretch you out to take bigger ones later. "It feels strange," I said, "but I like it. If the dildo isn't too big, put it in me really slowly, but if I tell you it is hurting, please take it out. OK?" The next thing I knew, I felt something rubbing against my prostate and caused me to start pumping into Carly frantically again. I couldn't keep going and shot my wad into her new pussy. She must have felt it because it brought her to still another orgasm. As soon as the two of us caught our breath, we turned to Nadine and put both of our mouths on her pussy, licking and sucking her, until she came again as well. Nadine fell asleep quickly after all of the sex. However, I kept Carly up with questions about her transition. "Carly," I asked, "was tonight really the first time you had a real cock in your vagina?" "Yes," she answered. "Nadine has used dildos on my new pussy a couple of times, and it always felt good. But to tell you the truth, nothing felt nearly as good as having you in me. My orgasm was so strong that I felt it in my toes and it kept going and going. I never had an orgasm like that as a man." "Do you mind having to lubricate yourself before having sex? "It is a nuisance, but non transgender women have to lubricate after they have had menopause anyway. You need it for anal sex as well, whether you are trans or not." "Did you really enjoy sucking my cock?" "Surprisingly, yes. In fact, I loved it and I want to do it again as soon as possible. You see, Nadine had me sucking dildos so that I could get the technique down. But I really hated sucking on rubber, or plastic tubes. I didn't find it exciting at all. But when i sucked on you earlier, I couldn't get enough of it. The best part was when I succeeded in making you cum in my mouth. Anytime you want a blow job in the future, just let me know." "Did you always want to be a woman, Carly?" "No, not at all. I was a man in charge of the stock room when Nadine caught me one day fondling a load of lingerie that had just come in. She told me to put a pair of the panties on and see if I liked them. I loved their feel on me and after that, she had me try one piece after another, until I was totally dressed as a woman. I never wanted to take off the girly clothes. Soon, it was all that I wore. In fact, I got rid of my male wardrobe." Nadine helped me get rid of my body hair, started me on female hormones, had my ears pierced and taught me how to walk, sit and talk like a woman until it became second nature to me. She transformed me in a short period of time and gave me the job as a saleswoman. After I wore women's clothes 24/7 for awhile, I knew that never wanted to go back to being a man again. I wanted to become a woman in every way possible. I asked her "how did you make your decisions to have implants and then have SRS? "I think that breasts are what defines a women the most. When a person walks down the street, you know it is a woman no matter what she is wearing if you can see the swell of her breasts. Unless she is flat chested, or has some way of flattening her breasts under her clothes, you know she is a woman immediately. Since I wanted to look like a woman in every way possible, I started with breast forms like you did tonight, but after awhile, I knew that I had to have implants so that I could really feel like a woman. I love it when my boobs bobble when I walk in my heels. It makes me feel completely feminine. I also really enjoy it when I see both men and women staring at my breasts. It makes me feel so desirable. So I look at breasts as the outer defining part of a woman." With that, Carly reached around behind her, unfastened her bra and took it off. Her breasts stood out proudly. Two beautiful globes with brown tips. "You said that you wanted to see them, Vickie. Go ahead, touch them, suck on them. Wait until you have your own boobs. You will see what I mean about them externally defining you as a woman." As I feasted on her breasts, Carly said, "That said, I believe that the inner defining part of a woman is her vagina. Unlike breasts, when a woman walks down the street, you assume that she has a vagina. However, many transsexuals never go through the SRS surgery, so they walk around in feminine attire with a penis in their panties. I feel that having a vagina gives me an inner calm and confidence that allows me to allow my femininity to come forth fully and unashamedly. Now, when a guy comes on to me, I don't have to worry about what happens when he discovers that I have a penis. By the time I had my surgery, the female hormones had already made it impossible to get an erection, so that made it an even easier decision. But most of all, I want to be a woman in every way possible. Now, I think that I have achieved that." "Just understand, Vickie, that if you want to get implants, or SRS, you will be making major, life changing decisions. Once you have implants, you have committed to being a woman for 24 hours of every single day. Once you have had SRS, there is no going back, period, whatever your feelings are. So don't make your decisions frivolously, no matter how good wearing women's clothing might feel to you today. The big question you have to ask yourself is do I want to be a woman for the rest of my life, or is this just a temporary feeling. For me, the answer was simple. I felt that I was really a woman before the implants and before the SRS. It was just a matter of letting the rest of the world know what I really was." "I really appreciate your advice, Carly," I answered. I do know this, however. I came alive when I started to put on lingerie a few days ago. Then, when I was dressed from head to toe in feminine attire today, along with makeup, jewelry, heels, I felt almost complete, better than I had ever felt before. I said, "Almost complete," because I realized that breast forms are just pretend boobs and my carefully tucked penis was still there in my panties, giving the illusion of a pussy, nothing more. "I realize that the female hormones I am taking will alter my body somewhat, but will take longer than I want to give me the breasts that I want right now. So, opting for implants becomes an easy decision for me, as it was for you. I would really like to make an appointment with the same surgeon that gave you your incredible boobs as soon as possible. I'm sure that it will take a month or two to make the necessary arrangements, and that will give me ample time to realize what being a woman every day is really what I want. As far as SRS is concerned, I understand that I have to be in therapy and be living as a woman for at least a year before the doctor can approve the surgery for me. Here again, I would like to get the same psychiatrist that you went to and start therapy right away. If I made a decision today, I would opt for SRS. However, the therapy sessions could possibly change my mind. That is what they are for after all. So, yes, right now I definitely want to live as a woman for the rest of my life, and yes i want to get big boobs like yours, as soon as possible. I also want to start therapy as soon as possible so that I will be able to really understand myself before I have to make the biggest decision of all, the one that is irreversible." ************** The next month passed very quickly. I collected quite a large woman's wardrobe from "Nadine's" with her guidance. It was still thrilling to put on the girly clothes every day, and after a couple of weeks, is seemed to be much more natural to be wearing that attire. Carly did give me the names of her surgeon and her psychiatrist and I made appointments to see each of them. Nadine wanted me to have additional threesomes with herself and Carly, but I begged off for the time being. I told her. "Nadine, I still find both you and Carly very desirable, but I don't want to continue to have sex with either of you as a man would. I want to experience sex as a woman, as Carly has is doing. Now that I spend every day as a woman, I want to see how men relate to me and how I relate to them. I will never really know that if I continue having sex as a man." I didn't know how prophetic that would be in the near future. A couple of days, after my conversation with Nadine, a couple came into our store. The woman was tall and beautiful and went straight for the dress section. The man, her husband I assumed, was also tall and very good looking, almost movie star handsome. He sat down in a chair and I walked over t him to see if I could help him in any way, while he waited for his wife. I could see him look me up and down and eventually focus on my breasts. I could feel my cock start to push against my gaff. This man was turning me on by just looking at me. He finally stood up and told me that his name was Oliver. I told him my name and we both held our hands out for a handshake. He took my hand in both of his and I felt him caressing my hand, rather than shaking it. When he let me go, I felt my legs shaking slightly in my heels. An evil thought came to my mind immediately. I wanted to take Oliver by his hand, lead him into a dressing room, open his pants and suck his cock until he came in my mouth. I didn't act on my thoughts, but as he and his wife left the shop a few minutes later, I hungrily gazed at his derriere as he exited. I imagine a similar thought has come to almost all women at some time or another. However, it pointed out to me that I was really starting to think like a woman, not just dress like one. I had never had the slightest tendency toward homosexual behavior before, but now I was starting to relate to men just as a woman would. The combination of female hormones, dresses and the environment I worked in were really starting to affect me big time. I realized that I really liked the feeling. It was what I wanted. I wasn't thinking like a man any more. This man, caressing my hand and staring at my boobs, had been enough to make me want to suck him off. I really wanted to be on my knees in front of him with my fingers rubbing his balls while my tongue and lips covered his erection. All this in one month. My first appointment with the psychiatrist went well. Her name was Dr. Corianne Betts and was the doctor who had helped Carly. She seemed to be pleased when I told her that I had been living and working as a woman for the past month or so. She outlined the process, noting that she could not give her permission to have SRS before a year in which I lived continuously as a woman. In the meantime, she wanted to hear how I was getting along at each appointment, any problems that had come up and any that I foresaw on the horizon. She also gave me the name of an Endocrinologist who is an associate of hers, who could prescribe the proper hormone dosage for me. I also had an appointment with Dr. John Kendrick, who was Carly's surgeon for both her breast augmentation and her sex change surgeries. Neither of us wanted to talk about SRS at this appointment, but he told me what to expect from implant surgery. After examining my very modest breast growth from one month on hormones, he said that my height and chest size would easily accommodate implants of a fairly large size. When he asked me what size I wanted, I told him the same size as my breast forms are now, 38C. He said "this size looks quite good on you Vickie and I don't envision any problems with implants of that size. Of course, if you continue taking female hormones, your bra size might need a slight increase in a few months, perhaps to 38D. Is that OK with you?" "Fine," I answered. "I wouldn't want anything much bigger though. As expected, Dr. Kendrck asked me if I planned to spend the rest of my life as a woman. "Absolutely, no question," was my answer. "I realize that with a chest this size, I couldn't pass for a male if I wanted to." He went on to tell me about the operation itself, the discomfort that accompanied it and the rehabilitation that I would have to undergo while my breasts were healing. "Don't be surprised if after the surgery, your breasts will be higher on your chest than you expected. That always happens at first, but your breasts will drop to their normal position within a couple of weeks after surgery." Before I left the office, I made an appointment to have the surgery in four weeks. "I usually take pictures of my patients and use a computer program to show you what you will look like after your surgery. However, in your case, you will look very similar to what you look like today with your breast forms. So, unless you want them, I see no need to use the program." It was a whirlwind of doctors and experiences. If only I had been born a girl, none of this would be needed. And I hadn't even mentioned the laser treatments for hair removal that I had been undergoing for awhile., nor the time spent in beauty parlors for hair and nail treatments. But that was to be my life, for at least the next few months. Work at "Nadine's" became a bit harder, as I took over more and more of Nadine's duties. I found it challenging, but certainly doable. My daily makeup application became much more acceptable, especially as more and more of my facial hair disappeared due to the laser treatments. I was now comfortable in four inch heels and just about any type of feminine garment we carried. I noticed that my interest in men continued to increase, perhaps because of the increased interest men seem to be having in me since I have been dressing full time. Several guys that live in the same apartment building as I do have been obviously paying attention to me, mostly to my very lifelike breast forms. A couple of them have asked me out, but I refused each of them since I did not want to get a date on false expectations." I did accept a date with a guy named Rick Morris who had dated Carly for awhile, before her SRS. In fact, she told him about me and suggested he give me a call. When I heard from him, I asked him how much Carly had told him. He said that he heard I was quite attractive and that I was going to have breast implants in the near future. She also told him that I might eventually have SRS, but that is a long ways off. When Rick called, I asked him if he only dated transgendered women, since both Carly and I were both males at one point. He said, "Actually, I used to only date generic women, but I find transgemders, like Carly, much more interesting and honest in their conversation. A woman takes being a female for granted, while a transgenderl woman really glories in what she has become and where she is going." Since I figured that I wouldn't have to worry about my lack of female parts with Rick, I accepted his offer and told him to pick me up at my apartment the next evening. I really didn't quite know how to dress, so I asked Carly. She said, "Wear something that shows off your boobs and ends up well above your knees. Four inch heels for sure. Rick is very tall. And make sure your lingerie is sexy looking, just in case the two of you start getting cozy." I spent extra time on my hair, nails and makeup, but I was ready when he showed up on time, with a small bouquet of flowers. He escorted me out of the apartment with a hand in the small of my back and held my hand in the elevator and out to his car. On the way to the restaurant, we talked about our jobs and what we were both looking forward to in the future. Of course I told him about taking over the management of "Nadine's", but most of all, I was looking forward to being every bit of a woman I could be. Rick said that he worked for an insurance company, but he thought he would leave that job if he could find something more interesting. . He had picked a dimly lit Italian restaurant, that had a three piece band. After we ordered, Rick asked me to dance. I told him that I had never danced with a man before, but he told me to just follow his lead. So I did and found it very comfortable being in his arms. In fact, before long, we seemed to be extremely close to each other, so close that I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy. I was enthralled that I could elicit that type of reaction from a man, but I also thought we were going too fast, too soon. So, I made some excuse about going to the ladies room. I freshened my makeup, straightened my dress and went back to the table. For the rest of the meal, I don't think that Rick's eyes left mine, except when he was actually eating. Wow, I thought, I really seem to have his full attention. "You are really someone special, Vickie," he said. "I am so glad that Carly suggested I call you." He had his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to his car. By this time, I was getting quite aroused by his presence and his obvious interest in me. After he held the door open for me, he leaned in and gave me a kiss on my lips, another first for me. It not only felt good, but I could feel my entire body heat up. It was fascinating to me how excited I was getting towards a man. I was really starting to react as a woman would. He got behind the wheel and started to drive back to my apartment. It was all that I could do to keep my hands off him while he was driving. Instead, I "accidentally" let my skirt ride up so that the clasp of my garter belt was exposed. Rick walked me up to my building, gave me another sweet kiss and said that he had a wonderful time. Before he had a chance to leave, I grabbed his arm and told him that there was something in my apartment that I wanted him to see. The moment the door to my apartment was closed, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him the biggest kiss I could, tongue and all. Then, I dropped to my knees on the living room carpet and began undoing his belt and pants. Realizing what I was doing, Rick tried to stop me, but I was not to be denied and got his pants open. I started at his crotch and was amazed to see his hard on was encased in a frilly pair of panties. I looked up at him and saw that his face was beet red from embarrassment. I asked, "Are you gay Rick, or a cross dresser?" "No, not at all," he answered. The panties were given to me by Carly. I told her a week ago that my jockey shorts were really quite uncomfortable, so she gave me a pair to try on. They felt so much better than my shorts, so Carly gave me a few pair to try that came from "Nadine's". I have been wearing panties ever since. To tell you the truth, I didn't think that our relationship would get sexual this quickly, or else I would have worn my shorts so you wouldn't get the wrong idea, as apparently you have." "In that case, Rick," I said coyly, "let me continue what I was doing." His penis, which had deflated quickly, as he realized his fetish had been discovered, quickly inflated again as I pulled his panties and pants down and started to massage his cock and balls with my hands. As soon as I took him in my mouth, he started to actually gasp. "Vickie, that feels so good. I love it. Suck my cock, please. That's it. Keep it up, oh my." I wasn't about to stop until I could taste his cum, so when he started to pull out, saying "I'm going to come Vickie," I redoubled my efforts and was rewarded a few seconds later. I tried to swallow it all, but a bit came out of my mouth. I scooped up the overage with my fingers and stuck it all back in my mouth and swallowed. I really couldn't believe what I had just done. I had lured this man into my apartment, pulled his pants off and became a cocksucker for the first time. What's more is I had enjoyed it immensely. His panties hadn't turned me off at all. If anything, it added a bit of kink to the action. Now, I would have to figure out a way to get him to fuck me the ass, to completely deflower me. "Rick," I asked, after going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth, "tell me more about the panties. Is that all the lingerie you have on under your clothes, or are you wearing something else as well?" "No, that's all, Vickie," he answered, as he removed his shirt to show me his bare chest. "I don't cross dress at all, except for panties. As I mentioned, they just seem more comfortable than men's shorts. But if the panties are objectionable to you, I will stop wearing them immediately." "The reason I asked, is because that is how I started my transition. Nadine wanted me to try various pieces of women's clothes so that I could be more knowledgeable with the customers. It started with a pair of panties. Next, I was removing body hair, and wearing both the panties and nylons under my male clothes. Before I knew it, I wearing bras, dresses, high heels, makeup, earrings and perfume. I had long, painted finger nails, styled hairdos, and laser hair removal treatments for my beard. All this time, Nadine has been feeding me women's hormones." "Didn't you object to any of that?" he asked. "Not really," I answered. "Actually, I enjoyed all of it. In fact, I started to feel more comfortable dressed as a woman that I have ever felt dressed as a man. Lately, I have even been thinking more and more like a woman, perhaps because of the hormones. That is why I came on to you today. .When I saw how you couldn't keep your eyes off me, I began to feel excited as a woman would. I wanted to feel your cock in my hands, to taste it, to make you cum in my mouth. I have never sucked a man's cock before tonight, but I just couldn't let you leave before giving you the best blow job I possible could. I loved getting into the submissive position of kneeling in front of my man and taking your cock out of your pants, panties in your case. I almost came in my panties when I got your cock in my mouth. It was everything I ever expected it to be. Then, when I was able to make you cum and you spurted in my mouth, I was ecstatic. I was a woman totally satisfying her man. I will never forget it." "Vickie, I have a confession that I have to make to you. You are probably the fourth or fifth transitioning person that I have met. For whatever reason, I was dumbstruck when I first saw you. You are as sexy now as any woman and I can only imagine how much more I will be attracted to you as time goes on and your future enhancements take place. I just hope that I can be around to experience the changes with you." "Do you mean that you want to continue to see me?" I asked. "To tell you the truth, as of this moment, you are the only person I want to see. I want to help you experience each new hurdle that you will face in your transition. When I first saw you, I immediately realized that you were very special and you don't meet too many of those people in your lifetime. I'm sure that your journey is going to be an arduous one and I just want to help you through it as best I can, by providing support, caring and anything else you can think of. The sex today was nice and I welcome it, but that is not the reason I care about you. I hope that we can forge a long term relationship together, whatever that winds up to be and I just hope that you feel the same way about me." "Oh Rick," I shouted, as I threw my arms around him and gave him a huge hug. I do feel that way about you as well. I don't know if it is love at first sight, but I have a very strong attraction to you. As far as the panties are concerned, wear whatever is most comfortable to you. If you find other types of women's clothes more comfortable in the future, please feel free to wear them as well. I sure did. I don't want our relationship to be a traditional man - woman affair. I want both of us to be able to feel free to be whomever we want to be. Right now, I am physically a man wearing women's clothes, taking female hormones. but soon I will have many female characteristics, including breasts and eventually, my penis will be gone and will be replaced by a vagina. So I want you to be whoever you want to be, to wear whatever you want, to even change your body if you wish." We just lay there together, with our arms around each other for some time. I started to cry and I think that Rick did as well. Eventually, I reached down and put my hand around Rick's penis. I immediately felt it getting hard again. "Rick," I said, "I'd like you to help me with something that I've been thinking about." "What is that, Vickie?" he asked. "I would like to feel your cock inside of me, but not in my mouth this time. It would be another first for me and I am anxious to find out just how it would feel. I think that having you inside me would make me more of a woman. I hope that won't turn you off. "It will be my pleasure to fuck you if that is what you are driving at. We will need some lubricant though to make sure that I don't hurt you. "I have some in the bathroom. I want to brush my teeth as well so that I can kiss you again." Rick did the honors of putting lube on his penis and also put some at the entrance and inside of my asshole. He put a finger inside of me and swirled it around a little. It was strange feeling something inside of me, but not unpleasant. However, I wanted something more. I wanted some man meat in me. "Come on, Rick, do me baby. Stick it in and fuck me. Please be gentle though," I pleaded. He lined his cock up with my hole and started to push. I quickly found out that his cock was larger than his finger was, because as soon as the head of his cock started to enter me, I could feel pain as my sphincter was being stretched. "Slow, Rick, please. It hurts because you are so big." "I know, baby," he said, as he continued to push. All of a sudden, the head was inside me. "Now that I'm inside you, I think that you will enjoy it more." He continued to push slowly so that inch by inch he impaled himself inside of me. There was still some pain involved, but was not unbearable. Mainly I felt a feeling of fullness and of intimacy that I had never felt before. "Mmm, I like that, Rick. I want all of you in me, baby." Rick rested a bit once he was totally in me, than started a gentle back and forth motion, where he pulled out a bit and then pushed back in. It was then that I started t feel him massaging my prostate and the pleasure was almost unbearable. Once, he pulled out almost all the way and I begged him to put it back in. "Please, Rick, don't tease me," I said. "Put it back in and fuck me. Harder. Oh fuck. Don't stop. More, more. Cum in me. Make me a woman. Make me your woman." Rick started moaning and said, "I'm coming babe. I'm going to cum in you." As I felt him release his seed in me, it triggered my own ejaculation, and we climaxed in unison. What could be more romantic. Afterwards, we did become a couple, seeing each other almost every day. Sex was of course the highlight, but we had long conversations as well. One of our topics of conversation was my upcoming breast implant surgery. It was something that I wanted more than ever now. I wanted to have real boobs that Rick could touch and suck. I wanted him to massage my nipples and make them stand out. Rick said that he couldn't wait until he could put his hands and tongue on them. Rick took me to the hospital for the surgery a couple of weeks later. I knew that this was just the beginning of my transition, but also the end as well. It was the beginning of my becoming a woman, but it was also the end of my pretending that I