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Gender role experiment 2
I was trying to find Linda. A blonde guy about her hight walked
toward me, and I looked into his eyes, hoping to recognize her. No,
it wasn't her, and, of course, the guy got my stare as an invitation.
"Linda, right?" he asked stepping to me, and I rolled my eyes. Thanks
to my boobs size, all campus learned my name. Sure the guys were
betting who is going to score me first.
"You are new here. I can show you around if you want?" he said with a
smile, and I moaned silently. I may look like an easily available
girl, but I was still a guy inside, and I saw what he is trying to
do.
"And you know, this Friday we are going to have a party. You know,
beer, music and all the staff. I can invite you," he said it with a
stupid smile and his eyes glued to my cleavage.
I felt like I have enough of it. "If you want to pick up a girl, try
to talk with her head and not boobs."
******
I was so happy to find Linda finally; I wanted to hug and kiss her,
but she stopped me with her hand, and I stood there looking at her.
They did an excellent job with her appearance; If I weren't so much
in love with her, I wouldn't be able to recognize her at all. Her
breasts were reduced and practically invisible under a looser
sweater. Her chin was too small for a guy, but they hide it under
what looked like a well-trimmed beard.
"Hi!" I cried smiling.
"Hi, I heard your name is Linda?" she said pretending that we don't
know each other.
"Right, how do you know?" I answered playfully.
"All campus is talking about you."
"Li...I mean Andrey. I missed you so much. Let's go somewhere."
"But we are not supposed to talk about our experience, remember?"
"Ok, let's not talk about it. I'm sure we will find things to do," I
said and tried to step closer to her, but she stepped back and
stopped me once again with her hand. "And I need to ask you an
important question."
"I'm not sure. Let me talk first to Professor Gilbreth."
"I did all of this for you, for our relations." I gestured to my
breasts. "These .... these boobs are heavy and not comfortable, and
you know I don't like to be the center of attention. Everybody is
staring at me I don't like it!"
"Calm down people are looking at us," she answered lowering her
voice.
"I don't care! If we are not together, then all of this doesn't make
sense. I will drop out I don't want any of it."
"I will talk to Professor Gilbreth about our relations, and I will
come back to you, I promise. You calm down and wait for me."
*****
I was sitting on my bed hugging my legs. Since childhood, it was my
favored way to rest when I was stressed or just wanted to be alone.
But this time my huge breasts stood between me and my legs. The
constant reminder of my new role, they swayed when I was moving, they
blocked my view when I was trying to look down, and, on top of it
all, they attracted tons of attention. It was so much fun to see a
nice pair of breasts before, and I was incredibly aroused when Linda
allowed me to touch hers, but they gave me a pair of my own, and it
makes all the difference. I realized that I might lose interest in
female breasts, it will note arouse me anymore.
God knows what else this experiment can do to me. What if it makes me
change my sexuality? No, I thought to myself, I need to stop it, I'm
a straight guy, and I would like to keep it this way.
It was late afternoon when I heard knock on my door. Jeniffer looked
inside before I answered, her face is smiling. "Hi, Linda! your
boyfriend is here."
"Who?"
"Andrey, I thought he is your boyfriend?" she added giggling and
winked at me.
Linda comes inside my room, and I rushed to her. I hugged her, and
our bodies felt so different. My breasts pressed tight against her
almost flat chest. But the biggest surprise came when she kissed me
passionately. We kissed hundreds of times before, but it was
different. In the past, I was kissing her, and she was allowing me to
kiss her, responding to my kisses with a delay. And now she was
kissing me, and it felt different when you are kissed. I hesitated in
surprise, feeling her stubble scratch my hairless skin, before
kissing her back.
"She said it is ok," said Linda breaking the kiss.
"What is ok?"
"For our relationship to continue. Professor Gilbreth said it might
even help the experiment as long as we keep our roles."
"Roles?"
"I'm the man, and you are the woman in our relations."
"What that supposed to mean?"
"That means I will be using your body to satisfy my sexual needs, and
you will be passively accepting me."
"What? It wasn't like this before. I never used your body. I loved
and cared about you."
"But you weren't a typical man, you weren't too masculine and that
why I was with you. Now take your clothes off."
I stood with my mouth wide open. I didn't know what shocked me more:
the fact that Linda was with me because I wasn't too masculine, or
that she was ordering me like I was entitled to obey her now.
"Common, take your clothes off, I bet you are dying to have sex with
me. I will help you to come."
Linda's naked body looked so different. Her ample breasts become
nothing but a small swelling. Her muscles seemed more prominent, and
even her shoulders become visible bigger and broader.
She produced a realistic looking dildo with a large buld head
attached to the end of it. She inserted the head inside of her,
making it look like she got a real penis between her legs.
"What it is for?"
"I'm the man, remember? They call it natural strapon it will allow me
to be active and feel the pleasure."
She comes close to me, the head of the strapon touched the lower part
of my stomach and pushed on my shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"Common, be a good girl, give blowjob to your boyfriend," she said
and pushed on my shoulders again. "You can look at this way: I did it
for you in the past, you just returning the favor."
Reluctantly I allowed her to push me on my knees; the dildo's head
swayed in front of my face. Linda grabbed my hair and pulled my head
closer. "Common girl open your mouth."
I expected to feel the test of plastic in my mouth, but the dildo
felt disgustingly real. I heard about cyberskin before but never
supposed to try it in my mouth. If it weren't a bit cold, it was
possible to mistake it for a real thing. My jaw was open
uncomfortably wide, and Linda pushed the dildo all the way in
enthusiastically. The tip of the dildo touched my throat opening,
making me feel nausea. I put my hands on her hips to prevent her from
pushing it too deep inside.
"Look at me, girl," she said, and I looked up, but instead of her
face, I saw her smartphone aimed at me.
"Are you taking pictures?" I cried freeing myself from the dildo.
"What is that for?!"
"I have to reinforce my reputation as a man."
"Reinforce? You mean you are going to show it to someone? Are you
crazy?"
"Why crazy? It is standard male behavior, and I'm a man know,
remember? Nobody will doubt my sexuality when I will prove that I won
the competition."
"What competition?"
"Who is going to be the first to fuck Big Linda. And Big Linda is
you. Now please, stand on all four for me."
"I'm not going to do it!"
"Why?"
"I don't care about the experiment! I'm just not going to be fucked,
dildo or the real thing. No way!"
"Don't say it! You know how it is important to me! And what about the
time when you were trying to convince me to have anal sex? You said
it was ok, even healthy. We don't need to use a condom, and some
women like to have it this way. You were lying to me, right?"
I swallowed hard. Linda was right, I tried to coax her to try anal
sex before, but I never expected that she would turn the table
around.
"But .... but you are ... you were a woman at this moment."
"So what?"
"It is ok for a woman to be f... I mean penetrated."
"If it was ok for me, it is ok for you now. Turn around and stand on
all four or confess that you were lying to me and tried to use me."
There is no way I would confess to Linda I was lying to her. That
could mean only one thing: she will break up with me, and I can't
allow it to happen. I turned around and stood on my four freezing
with the horror of what is coming next.
Linda leaned forward, moved my hair and kissed my neck. "I'm so
excited," she whispered in my ear, "you are my first girl, I will
remember this day for the rest of my life!"
I felt something cold on my anus, Linda applied some lube. Oh god, I
thought, I can't do this, it's just not right, it's ... My thought
process was cut off as I felt her lubricated finger enter my anal
opening and started to move in and out of me. It wasn't too bad, and
I felt like I could manage. But she took her finger out and replaced
it with two. She managed to enter me inserting fingers about her
fingernails, but my ass resisted as she pushed forward, going deeper,
until I could feel half of her fingers inside me, pounding in a
gentle but firm motion. I gasped as she attempted to go even deeper
than that.
"Auh!" I cried and moved to get away from her fingers. I also cringed
hearing my cry as it sounded so female.
"Don't worry baby, I know what to do, trust me."
She took more of the lube and spread it on her palms, before starting
to massage me. She started with my neck, my shoulders, my back,
little drips all over my skin, making me slick all over my body. Her
warm hands were always a turn on for me, and even in this strange and
uncomfortable position, I found myself getting hot. She stroked down
my back, reached down my sides, up my stomach to my breasts. I gasped
as she pinched my nipples. One hand moved down to grab my erected
cock and gently stroke it.
She let go of my nipples and moved one hand back to my asshole. I
took a deep breath in, but both fingers slid all the way in
surprisingly easily. Her second hand around my waist continued to
stroke my cock. She speeds up the stroking, and I moan with pleaser,
it was a long time since I was having sex, and I needed Linda to help
me to release myself.
Something cold touched my asshole. Linda pressed the tip of the
dildo, but at this moment I didn't care. She was gentle, though, slow
and as she eased her way into me, I felt her filling me up. Slowly
she pulled out slightly, then pushed deeper. I moved my ass to allow
her easier access, and she responded with a great thrust that sent
the entire length of the dildo into my hole.
"Augh! Not so deep!" I cried feeling pain.
"Sorry baby," she apologized and continued to push and pull, sliding
forward and backward inside me, while her other hand continued to
stroke my cock. She leaned forward and grabbed my swaying breasts
with her second hand, pinched my nipples. I moan aloud, my cock
tense.
She stopped pinching my nipples and continued to trust in me, harder
and harder, burying the shaft of the dildo painfully deep in my ass.
And I started to cry feeling wild combination of pleasure and pain.
My pelvic muscles spasmed and I felt every inch of the dildo inside
of me.
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Walking was my only concern. I was swaying my hips because I still
feel pain in my ass, and I was afraid people would see I'm walking
this way because I was fucked yesterday. I was trying to convince
myself that it was nothing, the dildo wasn't the real thing, and
Linda was my girlfriend, so it was just a game. But the way I come
yesterday with Linda trusting the dildo deep inside of me, the way I
was screaming on the top of my voice ... I shudder, no I wasn't going
even to think about it.
It was in the afternoon when I noticed that something was off. People
stared at me. Well, it was nothing unusual, in fact, by this time I
used to people staring at me all the time. Two decent looking guys
are talking about science; they would stop talking as soon as they
see me, and start to stare at my boobs as long as I will be in sight.
There nothing unusual for me, but this afternoon it was different.
Guys were looking at me, looking at the smartphones, looking back at
me again smiling like they knew something.
A horrible thought struck me. Linda mentioned that she would show the
pictures, what if she shared it? I looked around and gasped with
horror. I started to run, and my heavy breasts jumped around
uncomfortably.
I found Linda standing and chatting with a few guys. It was looking
like she becomes popular as a guy. "Your girlfriend is coming,"
somebody said, and Linda turned to face me.
"Hi, how you doing?" she said smiling. And I stood there not able to
say anything.
"Let's go and talk somewhere," she said and started to walk me away
from other people.
"How ... how it even possible?"
"Listen it is the experiment, right? It's not like it our true
identity. We are playing some roles, to see how it will affect our
behavior. That was the idea. End of the semester we will be back to
our old self."
"Fuck the experiment I hate it! I would never sign on if I knew what
you are going to do to me."
"The experiment is great, and it is already working. I never felt so
free and independent in my life. And for you, it is also not without
benefits. I never saw you orgasming so hard before," she said and
winked at me.
I turned and walked away quickly. She tried to stop me calling me
Linda, but I didn't stop. 'I'm not Linda, my name is Andrey, and I'm
out of this nightmare,' I told myself.
"I expected it to happen. You are just a man and being a woman is too
hard for you. And, of course, you have right to stop your
participation in the experiment. But."
I didn't like Professor Gilbert, and her 'but' makes me tense inside,
I stop breathing for the moment.
"As agreed, if you will go with the full length of the experiment you
will receive recovery treatment and a year of free medical treatment
you may need. But if you decide to cancel your participation that
quickly you will receive only recovery treatment and nothing more."
"Ok, I guess," I answered uncertainly.
"You don't understand. As one of the leaders of this experiment, I
have my funding. The implants are not a part of the treatment it was
my idea, and you signed papers allowing me to do it. If you insist on
dropping out, you will receive the recovery treatment, but the breast
implants will stay, I have no desire to pay for the removal unless
you participate full semester as agreed.
I locked myself in a restroom stall, hugged my legs and cried.
Probably it was the hormonal imbalance they mentioned, but I was
crying like a girl. What can I do? There seemed no way out. I tried
to argue with Professor Gilbert, and I tried to negotiate with her.
Maybe it is enough if I will stay for a few weeks? But no, Professor
Gilbert was adamant, the experiment was too crucial for the feminist
movement and the whole humankind.
I heard someone walking in the restroom. By habit, I walked into the
man's toilet. I forced myself to stop crying and waited for the guy
to go out. It is already late afternoon, and I need to get to my
room.
I was trying to repair my makeup as good as I can when I heard the
door open, and the college jerk James with his two friends come
inside.
"I told you, it is Big Linda," one of James's friends said excited.
They closed the door and stepped to me.
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