The Bite
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A bang or something woke me up. Then some giggling. My roommate's
voice, and another one that was sort of effeminate. I looked at the
clock; it was past 2:00 AM, Dave got lucky, it sounds like, I thought,
laying back down, trying not to listen to the laughs and hushed chatter.
Dave had texted my earlier to join him at some new club, Transylvania's.
He didn't hide his passion for trans girls and was always trying to get
me to join him in that pursuit. I had looked at some of the sites
online that he suggested and I admitted that the girls looked pretty
sexy. Still, it seemed like a gay thing to me, and I wasn't that
interested.
The noises went into the kitchen, then to Dave's bedroom. The door shut,
but I still heard a circus of sounds coming out of there.
I got back to sleep, but an hour or so later I heard the door open, and
the tap of heels leaving the apartment. Then I heard Dave in the
bathroom, cleaning up, I guessed.
My alarm went off at 7, and I did a quick bathroom trip, then went into
the kitchen. To my surprise, a pretty girl was sitting at the counter
sipping coffee.
"Ah, good morning," I said, looking her over.
She looked up and smiled. "Good morning, Mike." Her voice was low but
nice. "I made coffee," she said.
"Thanks," I said, and poured myself a cup, wondering how she knew my
name.
I leaned against the counter, looking at her. I imagined I could tell
she was a guy, but she really looked pretty good. She had a very pretty
face, but with heavy makeup. She was wearing just a guy shirt, that I
recognized as one of Dave's. The top buttons were open, and I could see
that she had nice breasts. She also had a huge hickey; Dave must have
really gone crazy, I thought. The shirt barely covered her butt, and she
had her very nice legs crossed, swinging her bare feet from the stool.
"Is Dave still asleep?" I asked.
"No, Dave is...gone," she told me as if "gone" was the only way she could
explain it.
"Not surprising," I thought out loud. I had a hunch that Dave purposely
left this "girl" here so that I could see up close just how attractive a
transgender girl could be. He was bound and determined to get me
interested in this passion of his. Looking at her, I started getting a
little rise in my boxer shorts. Not wanting her to see, I turned around
to the sink and ran some water, as if I was washing my cup.
When I turned back around, she was right behind me, staring straight into
my face. I didn't resist when she kissed me. She put her arms around my
neck, and I put mine around her waist. She was a great kisser, and took
my tongue into her mouth, sucking it. Then with more skill than any
woman I'd ever been with, she slipped to her knees and took my erection
out of my shorts. She sucked well, really well, working my head and
shaft, massaging my balls and ass. The pleasure was so good I could
barely stand it. I held her head in my hands guiding it as she went deep
on me. I shot a huge wad, and she swallowed all of it, moaning out her
joy as she finished.
She stood and hugged me, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her
head on my shoulder. Her warm body felt good in my arms, and her breath
on my neck was captivating. I slipped my hands down her back and grabbed
her ass, pulling her against my still hard cock. She lifted her head,
her eyes open wide.
"Do you want?" she asked.
"I want," I answered.
I started to take her into my room, but she grabbed my hand and tugged me
toward Dave's room. I thought "what the fuck, she's his date. Besides,
his sheets are probably already a mess."
I sat on the bed, and she got a bit aggressive, pushing me onto my back,
then climbing on top of me like a cowgirl, her knees pressing against my
sides. I caught a glimpse of her neatly shaved cock and balls as she
lifted her ass over my cock, and it was a strange turn on. She had great
moves, quivering and shaking her hips, and holding my cock while she
slowly worked herself onto it.
It was amazing. I was all oohs and aahs, holding her hips as she went to
work on me. My orgasm was so strong that I feared I would hurt my back,
tensing and twisting up into her.
When we finished, she fell down onto me, lying with her breasts on my
chest, both of us breathing hard. She kissed me, breathed in my ear, and
kissed down my neck. Then she bit me.
She had such a good grip on me with both her legs and her arms, that I
couldn't resist or stop her from nibbling and sucking at my neck.
Great, I thought, now I'll have a big hickey mark, too.
Finally, she must have been satisfied with her work, and she rolled off
of me, and quickly out of bed.
"I've got to run," she said, and opened a drawer in Dave's dresser,
rummaging for something to wear.
A bit surprised, I asked, "don't you have your own clothes?"
"Well, ah, not exactly," she mumbled.
It was kind of too confusing for me, and besides, Dave left her here.
Besides, I was feeling too sleepy and dizzy to get up.
"Just let yourself out," I said, and leaned over on my side. I fell
quickly into deep sleep.
I woke up full of sweat. I'd had vivid dreams, that were still lingering
in my mind. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. The apartment
was quiet, but it seemed like there were chants and music going on in my
head. I dropped my shorts and sat on the stool. "What a day!" I
thought, thinking of the girl. She'd been in my dreams, I remembered,
and what weird dreams they were! That girl put strange thoughts in my
head, I kept seeing her, and Dave, and sometimes I couldn't tell them
apart. I reached down to shake the piss from my penis, and couldn't
resist slipping my fingers between my cheeks and into my hole.
"Stop that, you pervert!" I said to myself, then I giggled. I got up to
wash my hands and face and looked in the mirror. This should have been a
shock, but for some reason, it wasn't. My face was pretty and feminine,
as I somehow knew it would be. I rubbed my hands over my face, tracing
the edge of my big eyes, patting my puffy lips, circling my prominent
cheeks. Then I pulled off my t-shirt and looked at my tits, which I knew,
mysteriously, I had grown. I put my hand on my new bite mark and smiled.
Then I went into the kitchen for coffee. I poured a cup and sat at the
table.
There was a hand-written note. "I hope you're ok. I'll be back later
with some things." It said. "You should shave and douche," it went on,
"Love, Daria."
"Daria," I thought. "What a beautiful name," I thought, "much nicer than
'Dave.'"
Then I sat at the table, drinking the coffee, swinging my leg, and
thinking of what my new name should be.
I finished the coffee and went into the bathroom to shave, as the note
instructed. I spread the foam over my legs and glided the razor over my
calves and thighs. Then I lathered up my balls and shaved them smooth,
and shaved around my hole.
My smooth naked body looked enticing in the mirror. I touched my bite
mark. "Transylvania's," I thought, and I licked my lips, feeling my
cravings grow.
I was on the couch, sitting in the dark, staring at the blank TV screen
when I heard the door open and the click of heels. Daria came into the
living room. She was wearing a purple crush velvet mini dress and black
goth heel boots. She had long flowing black hair and was carrying a
shopping bag.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," I looked up.
She set the bag on the coffee table and sat down next to me.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"You understand what happened?" looking at me.
"Yeah, pretty much," I answered. "You got transformed, then you bit me,
and now I'm transformed."
She smiled and put her hand on my leg.
"I knew you'd like it," she said,
I looked at her and smiled back. "Thanks," I said. "I do like it."
She smiled and hugged me. "You understand that we'll need to suck every
day now? We need the cum," she explained.
"Yeah, I get it," I said, again licking my lips.
"But only bite if they're special, like us," she said.
I looked at her, thinking how special she really was, and nodded
understanding.
Then she motioned to the bag. "I got you some things for tonight."
I looked in the bag, pulling out a long blonde wig, a shoe box with red
velvet granny boots, and a hanger with a tiny knit black mini dress, and
a black lace thong.
"Nice," I said, smiling at her.
"Let's get you dressed and made up," Daria said. "We're going to
Transylvania's; we're family there now."
She stood up. "Come," she said, holding out her hand.
I took her hand and stood.
"Being trans is wonderful," she said, staring into my eyes. "I think
you'll love it."
"I love it, already," I said, and hugged her.
"I love you, Mike," she said.
"Miriam," I corrected her.
We strutted to the bathroom, both of us eying each other's fabulous
bodies.
"We can sleep together every night, now," Daria said, "after we finish
our dates."
We both giggled as she got me ready for my first night out.
"I'm so happy I was your first bite," I said, smiling gratefully.
"You were the only one who could be," she said, working on my trans
makeup.
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