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I rubbed some of my new scented lotion on, and spritzed myself with perfume. I now smelled the part. I double checked my purse had everything I needed for another jaunt out in the wild. All I had was the key to my apartment, and a wad of cash. I figured that would be good. What else could I possible need? Leslie waited in the hallway as I locked my front door. Here we go again I thought to myself. Time to experience something else as a woman. I was excited, but also a little concerned that going out was a mistake. I should have started changing back into a man hours ago. Instead I'm dressed up in a sexy outfit on my way to the opening of some exhibit at a museum. I wondered how long a quick trip to an exhibit opening would take. Is it an hour? Longer? What if I get stuck like this? Then what? Leslie was closing her purse. "I just double checked. I have the tickets." "Awesome. Let's go!" I said with an excited tone. Leslie didn't realize my excitement was because I wanted to do this quickly, and get back home. "I'm so glad you decided to join me, Susan. I'm having so much fun hanging out with you." "Oh, thanks. I'm having a lot of fun too." I smiled at Leslie. She was my first first girlfriend. I just wished it wasn't the plutonic lesbian relationship that she thought it was. The elevator door opened, and we got in. There was a man already in it. "You ladies going down?" he said with a creepy infliction in his voice. "Ugh," Leslie said with a disgusted look on her face as she turned away from the guy. I pressed the button for the lobby with the tip of my finger that had long pink fingernails. They shined as they reflected the elevator lights. I took stock of how I was dressed. My bosom was prominently displayed in this little dress, and that creepy guy was probably staring at them. I didn't like this situation. How did I become a sexy woman in an elevator with a creepy man? Why would he say such a vulgar comment to women he didn't know? I turned away from him as well. What a pig. His comment made me feel grossed out. Does he really think that sort of shit would work? I would never have said anything like that. There was a little ding as the elevator reached the lobby. Leslie and I exited the elevator with a fast pace, and I just knew that guy was checking us out. The faster pace was accentuating my female gait, and the clicking from my heels echoed off the walls. Leslie opened the main door of the apartment complex, and we went thru it as quickly as possible. We let the door close behind us without looking back. On the street I motioned to Leslie that we were going to the right. I wasn't sure if the guy had come out of the complex or not. It occurred to me that he might still be within hearing range. I didn't want to announce where we were going in case he decided to try tagging along. Is this the kind of stuff that women have to deal with all the time? As we were making our way down the street Leslie quickly glanced behind us. "That loser is gone. Lets forget about him, and go have some fun!" "Okay, yeah," I said, but I was still thinking about that guy. Why would he say something like that? It made me feel very uncomfortable. I had not really considered all of the situations that women had to deal with before. What if I had been in that elevator alone? Should I have dressed like this? I shouldn't have bought this slinky dress that twenty minutes ago I was so damn excited to put on. It was then that I noticed my breasts had a slight jiggle with every step I took in this outfit. I didn't think there was much I could do about it now. At least the bra was full support, even though I was reminded with every step that I had boobs dancing around on the top of my dress. I tugged downward on the bottom of the dress trying to stretch the dress longer. I wanted to cover myself more. This thing was too revealing. What the hell was I thinking? As we walked down the sidewalk towards the museum I decided to think about having a penis again. I also thought about how I wasn't in any way interested in having a penis inside of me. Inside of this pussy I now had temporarily between my legs. What would that feel like I wondered. I remembered my ex sure seemed to love it. I felt some changes happening between my legs. I glanced down, and I didn't see a bulge. Did it start to come back? I couldn't see anything, but I figured feeling different was success. Even if I didn't anything. At least I could still make changes, and they were taking effect immediately. I felt like I could do this. I felt like I had this under control. I would be home in an hour, maybe sooner. Then I could get back on track. I felt confident that I was going to be okay. I decided that I wasn't going to worry about it anymore. Grabbing Leslie's arm, I decided that I was going to have a good time. "Hey girl, this is our day. Nobody is going to ruin it. We're just two girls having a great time hanging out together." Leslie got a big smile on her face. "Hah! You're right! Let's go have some fun." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside of the museum there was a giant banner with the photographer's name. Today was obviously the grand opening, and there were a lot of people walking around the entrance. Leslie and I made our way into the building without much of a problem. Inside the building the security guards were very friendly, and offering us more than just directions to the ticket booth. Leslie seemed used to this, and she managed to get us free of any entanglements. At the ticket counter the lady took the free passes, and gave us some handouts. She didn't seem very interested in helping us. She was rather cold if I had to be blunt. Whatever. We weren't here to see her. The exhibit was fairly packed with visitors. Looking through the pamphlet it described the exhibit as a window into the mid twentieth century. The photos were spectacular. I wasn't alive during that time, but these pictures made me feel like I was experiencing life through someone else's eyes. I was getting fairly used to that feeling actually. Leslie was trying to get my attention. "Hey, Susan." "Yeah?" She came over close. "Your bra." I looked down, and I could see my white bra poking through my black dress. I quickly made an adjustment to cover the bra. "Thanks." "You don't have any black bras?" "No. I do. This was the only clean one I had." "Laundry day. Gotcha. Hey, there's another part of the exhibit I want to see." Leslie walked me to a new area that wasn't as crowded. The first picture I saw was a woman with at least five kids around her. They looked like they were her children. She looked tired, and looked like she was trying to hide the fact that she didn't want her picture taken. The second picture was more of the same. I became aware of the fact that historically women didn't have the best life. The next ten pictures were of women who didn't look particularly happy. In fact, this entire room seemed to be photos of women living lives that they didn't particularly enjoy. I could relate in a lot of ways. I wasn't sure I would enjoy being a woman for the rest of my life. "They don't look very happy," I said to Leslie. I kept my voice low so nobody else could overhear us. "Yeah. That was the era. Times have changed quite a bit." Lost in the pictures I dropped out of character momentarily. "Yeah. I guess so. I'm glad I wasn't turned into a woman in that era." Leslie started laughing. "Yeah. I wouldn't want to live back then either," Leslie said in a somber tone. The rest of the exhibit was good. We skipped through the more crowded parts, and managed to get through the rest of the exhibit within an hour. I was pretty happy about that. Leslie perked up. "Hey! You know what?" "What?" "I know you said you had something to do after this, but I was thinking we could grab a quick drink at this new bar around the corner. I promise we won't stay there long. I just want to check it out real quick. You do drink, don't you?" She was doing small little hops on her feet excitedly. "A drink? Well, yeah. I drink. But I don't know. I kind of have something I need to do." "You're passing up drinks to do laundry?" Leslie asked with a bit of skepticism. "You can say no if you want, but if you're willing to do your laundry later I think getting out for a drink will be good for you." "Good for me? What do you mean?" "Look. I had a great time hanging out with you today. You seem legit, so I'm going to level with you. I don't really have any friends right now, and I miss it. I don't know how long it's been since you've have some fun, but I'm thinking you're overdue too. I know it's been a while for me. So what do you say? One quick drink." Shit. Leslie was opening up to me. How could I say no? Actually, I could very easily say no. I wanted to go home and turn back into a man. However, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was genuinely lonely. "Leslie, what do you mean you don't have any friends?" "I just moved here. No, that's wrong. I moved here like six months ago. I know some people from work, but they're from work. It's hard to meet people, y'know? You're the first person I met outside of work, and I just..." Leslie started to fade out, but snapped back with a new tone in her voice. "No. Never mind. It's not a big deal. I shouldn't have asked." I saw some loneliness in her eyes. The rest of the time I've spent with Leslie, she seemed like the happiest person on earth. She made me feel happy. I hated seeing her like this. I did feel a connection with her. She was really nice to me, and even got me out of the house to see an exhibit. What had I done for her? Not a lot. What the hell. I told myself that it was another hour at most. One more hour wouldn't make a difference. _I shouldn't be so selfish. Besides, I still felt like I had plenty of time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leslie found the bar that she wanted to check out. It wasn't too crowded, and there were a couple spots at the bar that she wanted to sit at. When the two of us walked into the bar a lot of men turned to look at us. A small part of me enjoyed getting that male attention. What was it that I liked? I liked that I could walk into a room, and create the reaction. But did I like the reaction, or the ability to cause it? Or did I like that I was fooling them, and they had no idea that I was really a dude. Seated at the bar I wanted to get my money from my purse to buy her a drink. The purse zipper was hard to keep between my fingers. Especially having to hold it at an angle so my long fingernails didn't get in the way. Leslie saw me struggling to open my purse. Leslie giggled. "Susan, don't worry about it. The first round is on me." The first round? More like the only round. I liked Leslie, and she was fun, but I already spent a lot of time with her today. We did yoga together, saw an art exhibit, and now having a drink in the bar. There was no way I was staying longer than one drink. I shouldn't even be in this bar having a drink. With a big friendly smile the bartender handed us two neon green drinks in martini glasses. Leslie placed a twenty dollar bill on the counter, and then turned to me. "A toast." I held my neon green drink out in front of me. "What are we toasting to, Leslie?" "To the twenty-first century! The clothes are so much better." I giggled. She was right. Whether I was wearing them or not, the clothes women had access to today were significantly better than the clothes they were wearing in the exhibit. We clinked our glasses, and took our first sip together. "That's not an appletini," I said. "No. Would you prefer one of those instead?" "No. No... Not at all. I was just... it was green. I thought it was an appletini." "Haha. Yeah, nobody drinks those anymore," Leslie said with a goofy look on her face. "Okay. That's what I thought," I giggled. I never dreamed that I would be some chick at a bar having a fancy girly drink. It actually tasted pretty good though. It was a lot better than beer. I guess this wasn't so terrible after all. "What is it?" "It's a limesation." "A what?" "A lime-say-tion. It's delicious, and nobody makes fun of it yet." "Ah. Okay. So long as nobody is making fun of it yet. That's the important part." We both giggled. "Hello..." Some dude came into our space. "I'm Dave. Have you seen a cute puppy wandering around?" Leslie looked at him, and then at me. She was gauging my opinion of the situation. I wasn't interested in pretending to care about this guys real, or imagined puppy. "Yeah, we don't work at the Humane Society. You may want to talk to them instead. I'm sure you would have more success." Zing. This girl was good. I looked at the guy, and he looked as disappointed as his parents would have been if they overheard his lame pick-up line. "Wow, Susan. You sure do seem to attract the good ones," Leslie said while laughing. "Oh? You're blaming me for that? This place was your idea. I never had a guy walk up to me like that before." We both started laughing. "Yeah, I know. They don't walk up to you, Susan. They run to you!" Leslie snorted while making grabby hand gestures at me. No other men approached us while we had our drink. I was having a lot of fun with Leslie at the bar. She was nearing the end of her drink, and I didn't want to go home yet. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I decided that I would stay for a second round. They were smaller sized drinks after all. They went down fast. "You want another one, Leslie?" I asked while successfully unzipping my purse. I was pretty happy with myself for that small victory. Leslie looked at me with a face full of joy. "Absolutely. I would love to have another drink." Finally having my purse opened I pull out a twenty dollar bill. "Lime Station? Is that what you call it, Leslie?" "Lime-say-tion," she said slowly. I looked over at the bartender, and he was already standing directly behind us at the bar. He must have overheard the drink order since he held up two fingers with a questioning look on his face. Wow. He was right there before I turned around. He must have been waiting for us to order. I had never received this much attention, or good service from a bartender before. Normally I had to jump, and wave for ten minutes just to get ignored. Being a hot chick at a bar has some upside. I nodded back to the bartender with a smile. I held up two perfectly manicured pink fingernails. My bracelet slid down my forearm and sparkled. The bartender winked at me, and started making our drinks. "Damn, girl. You got that guys attention," Leslie said leaning into my ear. Shit. I did have that guys attention. I looked at Leslie. "He's just a good bartender. Nothing to see here. Move along." The bartender placed the drinks before us. "Here you ladies go. Let me know if you need anything else. I'm, Ron." He was looking at me the entire time. I didn't respond to the guy. He was checking out my tits, hard. I kinda liked this new hot-chick power I had, but I didn't want to lead this guy on either. I reached into my purse and pulled a twenty dollar bill from my roll of cash. I gently placed the twenty on the bar instead of handing it to him. He tapped the twenty on the bar, and winked at me again as he turned away. "Ron, I think my friend needs something you could give her," Leslie whispered at me before giggling. "Oh my god. Don't you dare!" Leslie held up her drink. "To being daring!" "No! Not daring. Not daring at all." "Haha. I'm only kidding around, Susan. I wouldn't do that to you. Besides, it's your turn to make the toast." She was right. It was my turn. I thought about all the changes I've been experiencing, and how much fun I was having with Leslie. "To new friends, fun times, and only staying for one drink." "Oh yeah. I'll drink to that," Leslie said before taking a gulp from her drink. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After our fourth round we decided to sit at a table. I had complained about the men who kept hitting on us at the bar. Leslie said that sitting at the bar was like playing man-roulette. She said someone was always ready to spin the wheel, and the odds were stacked against you. "I'm not sure I want to play that game, Leslie," I wasn't that kind of girl, and I wasn't going to be staying a girl for much longer anyways. "Nobody likes to play the game until they figure it out." "Figure it out?" I asked. "Yeah. Always bet on black," Leslie said with a straight face. It didn't take me anytime at all to figure out what she was implying. "Oh, you're bad. I'm not placing any bets on black, or red, or any color. I'm just having some drinks with my hilarious new girlfriend," I held up my drink to Leslie. Our martini glasses made a clinking sound, and we both took a gulp. Leslie had brought up the sex subject, and I didn't want to even think about it. I needed to have my thoughts under control. I didn't want to start thinking about having sex as a woman. With a dude on top of me, and no. I wasn't going to think about it. I should really be going home soon. What if I get stuck in this body? What if I have to live the rest of my life as a woman? What would sex be like in this body? The sex issue aside, would I even be happy living as a woman? I definitely needed to get home, but I was curious about something. "Hey, Leslie. You mind if I ask you a question." "Nope. But before you ask, these babies are real." She gestured to her chest with her signature goofy look. "You think those ladies in the photographs at the exhibit were happy. You know, did they like being women...?" "I think they were happy. That photographer was famous for catching complex emotions in photographs. I'm sure they didn't look like that all of the time, but they also didn't have the same opportunities we have today." I nodded in agreement. "How about you? Do you like being a woman? I mean, in today's world?" Leslie laughed. "Oh yeah. I don't want to be a man in this world. Being a woman may not be easy all the time, but I am very happy with my life. Why? Are you going to tell me you're a man trapped in a woman's body?" I put on my best fake chuckle. "Oh, no. No way. Not me. I'm totally a chick," Shit. I was totally a chick right now. I was getting a little too lost in this role, but I still wanted to know what Leslie thought about being a woman. What things would she think differently about. "Okay, how about this. What would you do to be a better woman?" Leslie seemed unsure how to read me, but she didn't let on about it. "If I could change anything about myself, I would be smarter. You know, like doctor smart. Curing diseases with microscopes, and stuff." I wasn't about to tell Leslie about my secret potion problem, but I couldn't resist using it in a question. "What if there was a magic potion that could do that?" "A magic potion? For smarts? Yeah, I would definitely drink that. And one for boobs too." I thought her boobs were fine, even if they were smaller than the ones I now had. This led me to glancing down at my temporary boobs. If only she knew. Looking back to Leslie I realized she saw me checking out my own boobs. "Trust me, you don't need the boob potion, Susan. You're doing just fine in that department," Leslie laughed. "But I would totally drink a boobs and brains potion. My god, everyone would." She was right about my boobs. She also made a very good point about my brains. I had been so obsessed with my physical appearance I never thought about improving my intelligence. I could be a genius. I started thinking about how smart Einstein, and Newton must have been. I felt a tingle inside my head. "What's with all the serious questions, Susan? Jeez!" Leslie turned her attention away from me to look at someone who walked up to our table. "Hi, I'm Steve. What kind of drink is that?" He was smiling, and seemed genuinely interested in asking about our drinks. His eyes were bouncing between our eyes as he waited for a response. I had to admit it was a welcome change having a man look me in the eye. This guy seemed genuine, even if I did get the feeling he didn't really care about the drink. "They're called Lime Station, and they're new enough that people don't make fun them like appletinis," I explained. He laughed. "That's a good point. It does take a little time before people start making fun of new drinks." Okay. He got the joke. So he wasn't a dip shit. This guy was actually listening to us. Not like the guys in man-roulette who kept trying to place bets on my boobs. He continued. "Thanks. I'm going to try one for myself. Can I offer to get you ladies another round?" He waited for a response from us, but we just stared at him. Then he continued, "I'm asking, because I'm waiting for a friend, and there isn't anywhere else to sit down." He was no longer looking at both of us equally. He was definitely giving me most of his attention now. I looked him over while he was talking. He wasn't one of those grunting overly macho body builder types. _He definitely worked out, and took care of himself though. I bet my ex would have preferred him to me. It was too bad she wasn't here, because I'm pretty sure he was looking for someone to hit on. I also had a feeling his late arriving friend was actually his wingman who was waiting around the corner for a text stating, "Now now now. Hot chicks." I looked over at Leslie, and she seemed to be open to the idea. I looked back the guy, and I didn't get a chance to decline his offer before Leslie accepted it. "Sure. That would be nice. We'll save you a spot." "Okay, great. I'll be right back." I was speechless. Was this really happening? I checked my dress, and made sure my white bra wasn't showing. Then I quickly checked my hair. I realized immediately that I had no idea how to check my hair. I didn't even have a mirror in my purse I couldn't open half the time. "What are you doing?" I whisper yelled at Leslie. "What? I thought you liked Steve?" "Like him? No. Why would you say that?" "Really? Then why did you steal my joke, and tell it to him?" "Because it was a good joke!" "Yeah. It was a good joke. In fact, it was so good that Steve is over there getting us a round of drinks because of it," Leslie said with a smirk. "Yeah. I wasn't expecting that." I glanced over at Steve at the bar. Leslie laughed. "Yeah, sure. Maybe you should have asked him to get you one of those magic boobs and brains potions." "Haha. Very funny," I said as someone walked by our table. "Tell you what. Take the boobs," I gestured at my chest the same way Leslie had gestured at her's earlier. I jumped when I heard Steve respond, "Looks like I got back just in time," He smiled as he placed our new drinks on the table. Shit. I did not mean to say that. I wasn't about to give him my boobs. I started to blush. Noticing my embarrassment, Steve said, "I was only joking. Please don't take it the wrong way. Maybe I shouldn't have said it." I didn't know what to say, so I just sat silent, and embarassed. Leslie broke up the awkward silence I had worked so hard at creating. "Hi Steve. I'm Leslie, and I didn't find your joke about my friend Susan's breasts offensive at all. You're welcome to join us." Leslie was looking right at me with a big smile. Of course Steve wanted to sit next to me in the booth. I scooted away from Steve trying to create as much plutonic space as I could. "Hi. It's nice to meet you, Steve. Thank you very much for the drinks. That was very generous. I should also mention that we will be leaving after we finish our drinks." Leslie jumped in. "Yeah, she's telling the truth. Susan has something that she needs to do. We were planning to leave before you nicely bought us the drinks." Steve looked at me. He was obviously curious what could possibly be better than having a man hit on me in a bar. I wasn't about to tell him that I needed to get home, and turn myself back into a man before the magic boobs and brain potion stopped working. So I said, "Girl stuff." Steve decided not to press the issue. He took a sip from his drink. "Wow, this is pretty good. It really does taste like a lime too," He was smiling and nodding. Okay, I admit this guy had a friendly smile, and nod. He wasn't drooling on my tits either. I decided to stop being so cold, and give him a chance. It wasn't like I was on a date with him, or something. He was also right about the drink. It did have a very prominent lime taste. I looked over at Leslie, and she sent me a secret coded message with her eyes that I should keep doing what I was doing with this guy. Okay, fine. I'm on my fifth drink of the night, and my boobs haven't spilled over the top of my dress yet. We were two attractive women, and this guy was wasn't making us feel uncomfortable. I'll play along I thought to myself. I had to admit that I was somewhat fun role playing a woman in a bar. I may as well do the flirty girl thing, and get the whole experience before it's too late. I'll let this guy hit on me, and see what that's like. Then I will leave. He gets one drink with us, and I can keep that memory a secret for the rest of my life. As a man, I wasn't the best at flirting. In fact, I was terrible at it. Women always seemed like they were bored with my flirting game. I felt pretty sure that women had it a lot easier than men. They just had to sit there, and pretend to pay attention while the guy rambled on about his car, and money. It would be easy for me to pretend that I'm interested in his classic Singray, and then I could leave in fifteen minutes. I wasn't worried at all. I could be a flirty chick. Time to bring my A-game. Now I just needed to respond to Steve's claim that the drinks were good. Simple. My flirty response was a monotone, "Yes." Steve looked at me as if he had been hoping I would have provided something more to the conversation. Okay, maybe I just completely suck at flirting, and I desperately need some help. I took at quick glance at Leslie, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was pulling for me, but thinking there wasn't a chance in hell I could do it. I looked down at my drink, and remembered that I was the one who drank the magic brains and boobs potion. I just needed to think about it. I imagined that I was smarter. A lot smarter. I also imagined myself as a better flirt. I imagined that I was so good at flirting that it was something I did without even realizing it. I felt a tingle in my head. I looked back at Steve. "Thanks again for the drink," I placed the drink between my lips, and with a slight smile I sipped the drink while keeping my eyes locked on his. I wanted to see his reaction to my slutty behavior. I was curious what he would do. He liked what he saw. After a bit of a pause he locked his eyes on me. "You're welcome," Then he broke away from my gaze to look at Leslie. "You're both welcome. He examined my face before locking back onto my eyes. Is this your first time here?" The ball was back in my court. "Yes," I said. "Leslie, and I have never been here before. We..." I look over at Leslie real quick, and she's all ears. "We seem to be... having a great time," My eyes locked on his eyes. What was he thinking? Was he nervous? No. He was distracted by me. I could tell the way I was acting was causing him to lose his focus. I was rather enjoying myself reading him. "That's, um, good," he stammered. Then he regained his footing. "I'm really enjoying myself as well." He was back to reading my eyes. I put on a slight pouty face, and pushed my lips out ever so little. Then I took a deep breath with the top of my chest, and I noticed him struggling not to look down. "I'm sorry your friend isn't here. I'm sure you wouldn't want to spend the evening alone." Bombs away, I thought to myself. How's he going to react to that? Leslie dropped something. Steve, and I both looked over at her. Leslie started to apologize. "Sorry. I just... um... dropped..." She was scrambling to pick up her purse. I had never had any sort of conversation like this in my life. I had never noticed all the nuance that could be in these conversations. I wondered how many women I spoke with were simply bored by my inability to recognize what was going on right in front of my face. I was enjoying myself immensely. It was delightfully suspenseful as well. I wondered how he would react after everything I said, and did. I never imagined that flirting could be this intense, and fun. Steve, and I were back to looking at each other once again. Steve took the lead on breaking the silence after Leslie's purse interruption. "Yeah, you're right. I was hoping to spend the evening with a friend." Oh, I liked his response. I'm going to push this conversation along, and see how he handles it. "Well, I hope you find the friend you're looking for. It would be a shame for you to be alone this evening." What the hell did I just say? I may be taking this too far. How was he going to reply? Steve was staring at me. He was trying to get a read on me. He was contemplating the different ways he could interpret what I had said. I could tell that he was scrambling to think of a reply. I loved that I had him thinking on his feet. I was really enjoying watching him react to the things I said. I wanted to see how good this guy was. I wanted to keep this conversation going. I could see Steve's pupils dilating, and contracting. The light reflecting from his eyes was flickering as he moved them, and I could practically read his mind from all of these little clues. This was a whole new world that I had never even knew people visited. The old me had no clue that any of this was going on. I just thought I would talk, and the girl would decide at some point if she thought I was cute or not. That must have been why I struck out so much. The new me was directing this flirtatious conversation like a NY Symphony conductor. "If my friend isn't able to make it tonight, I'll just have to find something else that grabs my attention," Steve said. His eyes laser focused on my eyes. He was reading me like I was reading him. Oh Steve, honey. You've met your match. I was the one who drank the magic boobs and brain potion. Not you. "I'm sure you won't having any problem finding something to play with that grabs your attention, Steve," I said with a smile. Leslie was looking through her purse like she had misplaced the nuclear launch codes, and there were sirens blaring all over the bar. Missiles incoming, and shit was about to go down. My response threw Steve off. He was thinking of what to say next. I wondered if he was willing to take this conversation to the next step, or if he was going to keep playing it safe. I finished my drink, and placed the empty glass between us. I suspected he was going to keep playing it safe. He hadn't escalated once, and I was starting to get bored waiting for him to ask me out. How many signals did this guy need? "If you're not going to stay for another drink, I would like to continue this conversation. There's a nice park down the street," Steve knew he was out of time. He knew I was leaving if he didn't find a way for me to stay. So now he was dangling an invitation to the park in front of me. He was hoping I would be interested enough to accept his offer. I was very tempted to see what he would do next, but I also knew I had to get home eventually. Now it was my turn to think of something to say, and I kinda liked that he put me in this situation. Buzz kill Leslie starts talking. "Y'know, I just noticed that my mom sent me a text, Susan. She needs to see me, but I promised to walk you home, and I think I left some stuff at your house..," Coded messages. I was picking up on all them now. I'm sure Steve was as well. Leslie wasn't the best at cryptography, but she scored free tickets to the museum, and knew where the cool bars were at. I suppose I'll keep her around. "Leslie, that's okay. If you mom sent you a text you don't need to walk me home. You can get up your stuff later." Message received. "Okay, great. Thanks. I should get going. It's nice to meet you, Steve. I'll talk to you later, Susan." We smiled at each other, as Leslie was making her way out the door. I moved my eyes onto Steve's eyes. Making a submissive side glancing facial expression I said, "Steve, I'm not really interested in drinking." His eyes dilated. Shit. I didn't mean to be that forward. "Where's this park you want to show me?" I blinked my eyes seductively. Steve took my hand, and I was a little startled with how much I enjoyed letting him take it. It wasn't until now that I realized how empty my hand had felt before. The flirting must have made his touch more welcoming to me. He gently helped me up, and out of the booth. As I slowly rose to my feet I gave him every opportunity to get a good look at me in the dress. He took it, and I could tell that he liked what he saw. Never letting go of my hand he gently led me out of the restaurant. It was so much easier walking through this crowded bar in the wake of a man. I felt like I was water skiing, and all the girls was jealous of me dangling behind him, thoroughly enjoying his wake as my heels clicked with every dainty step I took. As fun as the ride was exiting the bar, what I really wanted to do was get back to flirting. Outside of the bar he was still holding my hand. I could tell that he wanted to keep holding it, but wasn't sure if he should. I decided to give him an easy out on this one as I wasn't sure if I wanted him to keep holding my hand either. I said excuse me, and I took my hand back. Then I fiddled with my purse momentarily, reconfirming that I still couldn't open it with my fingernails. God my fingernails were so long. And pink. More concerning was that my breasts seemed like they wanted to wave, and shout hello to, Steve. Like two excited little girls waving from behind window curtains they were about to shove open. I looked up at Steve to find him waiting for my undivided attention. "Are you ready?" Was I ready? Hah. This guy must be kidding. "Yes." He took my hand again. I guess he made up his mind that he wanted to take my hand after all. I liked it, but I also wanted to get back to that flirtatious trance he had me in. With my hand now in his, he took me to the park walking beside me. "Susan, are you from around here?" "Yes," 'I said. I started thinking about the chance that he might have went to the same school as me. He wouldn't have remembered me going there, and knew I was a fraud. My paranoia level started to rise, and it was taking me out of the moment. What was going on? Was I really walking hand in hand in a park with some dude who picked me up in a bar? "I'm not. I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I spent my childhood dreaming of moving to a big city like this." I felt some relief. There's no chance we went to the same school. My paranoia faded, and I decided to get this conversation back on track. First I had to remind myself that I was great at flirting, and that it was my natural state of mind. I felt a tingle in my head. "How do you like it? Are your dreams coming true?" Steve laughed. "Yeah. Some of them have come true. Some are still a work in progress." I had a feeling I knew what dream he had that was still a work in progress. I didn't want to escalate this, so I asked about the other. "Oh, yeah? What dreams came true?" "Well, I got here. That was a dream I probably had the longest. Graduating college, and getting my PhD in economics was another dream that came true. "Wow. A doctor. You got a brain on those shoulders too?" I admit that I had been checking out his shoulders. I was role playing all of this after all. I needed to stay in character. I could tell from the way Mike's hand felt that he liked my comment acknowledging that he did indeed have shoulders. "Yeah, thanks. It's not as cool as being a medical doctor, but the rich guys like me." I could still sense his emotions through his hand. I was finely tuned to notice the smallest things about people now. It was like I had a super power. Was this really something I willed myself into having? I focused on how I would be able to sense emotions, and thoughts of people through touch. Then I felt a familiar tingle in my head. I still wanted to slow this conversation down before this guy tries to kiss me, or something worse. "Yeah. I'm sure the rich guys like you." "So what about you, Susan? What sort of dreams do you have?" "What are my dreams?" Would it be inappropriate to say that I wanted him to talk with me all night? "I don't know, Steve. I don't really have any dreams that I can brag about right now. To be completely honest, things have been a bit of a rollercoaster for me lately." While very true, I also was curious how he would react to emotional vulnerability. "That's okay. I like rollercoasters." "Yeah. I bet you do," I giggled. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how, or even when I got there, but I can tell you I was very happy to be there. Where exactly was that? I was squished between my apartment's door, and Steve's lips. I couldn't help but think about how much I loved being in that exact location, and how aroused this new body seemed to be there. This wasn't what I had planned on doing earlier today, but I decided that I wasn't going to complain about it anymore. A quickly eroding part of me felt that I should be thinking about something else entirely different, but the part of me that drank five drinks couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted this body to experience all the pleasures that it could possibly have. Something tingled in my head. That tingling sensation seemed to be amplified by the alcohol. Pressed up against the door this guy gave me a short demonstration of what he could do with his tongue. I figured it might be fun I got a ticket to his show, and see what else his tongue could do. Shit. I wasn't expecting I would be bringing this man home, and silently begging him to rip my clothes off. I needed to be a complete woman, and it needed to happen fast. I needed to make sure that I was a woman in every way. I didn't want anything unexpected to show up when Steve finally got around to ripping off my panties. I focused on being fully female, and able to be with a man. Tingle. I was so aroused. I wanted to be taken. To be deflowered by a savage new lover overcome by lust. Overcome by my perfect female body. Tingle. Oh my god I wanted to be the woman who's body I now had. I wanted to stay this woman forever. Earlier today I refused to think about sex. Now it was all I could think about. I didn't know what was happening to my mind, but I didn't care. I had sex on my mind, and I loved what was happening to me. I even wondered if it was possible for me to love this more? Tingle. While my legs were virtually hairless, I still some body hair that I never got around to removing. I probably should have at least shaved. I didn't want to gross out Steve by having any unwanted body hair. So once again I thought about how everything below my eyebrows should be hairless. I wanted to be in a perfectly smooth hairless body. Tingle. I thought about my vagina, and how it needed to be perfect. Nothing could be off. It has to be a real vagina with everything a woman has. I even wanted the ability to get pregnant, and have my period. After all, if I was going to be a woman, I needed to have everything. Menstrual cycles, elevated emotional levels, and of course an unrivaled attraction to men. I wanted it all. Tingle. I wanted it to have a little clitoris nestled between folds of skin for men to discover. I wanted it sensitive to everything that Steve was surely going to do to it. I wanted my vaginal canal to be tight, and textured so my partners will have maximum pleasure. I wanted my pussy to provide a lot of friction, and always have the right amount of lubrication. I wanted my pussy small, and cute. I wanted multiple orgasms, and I wanted a lot of them. I wanted those orgasms to feel more pleasurable than anything I ever experienced as a man. My nipples were already plenty sensitive from what I discovered earlier today, but I wanted them more sensitive, and capable of more pleasure. And oh my god did I want Steve to touch, lick, and fuck every part of my body. Tingle, tingle, tingle. Inside my house I could barely lock the door with Steve all over me. He had one hand on my breast, and another was slowly working its way around my ass. I could barely stand up with how amazing, and horny I felt. I put my key back into my open purse, and knew there was no way I was going to close it right now. I dropped my purse to the floor, and with both my hands finally free I wrapped my arms around Steve's back. Slowly I explored his muscular body with the palms of my hands, and the tips of my fingernails. I could tell that he liked me doing that, and it was turning me on behaving so girly. As much as I was enjoying myself touching his back, I decided it would be much better to feel his bare chest. I was struggling to get any of his buttons undone with my fingernails. Damn it! Why did they have to look so pretty, and make taking his shit off so hard? Steve started unbuttoning his shirt with the hand he had been rubbing my breast with. Damn, I needed to get these nails shortened. With an impatient look I peered up to his face. He looked back at me with lust in his eyes, and I loved how that made me feel. Then his other hand squeezed my ass so hard I winced. Oh my god that felt amazing. I realized he was getting out of control, and I welcomed it. His shirt was finally unbuttoned, and this time he squeezed me into his bare chest trapping my hands on his chest as he pressed his body against mine. I felt something very hard, and large in his pants. I felt my body going limp as he pulled me in tighter. I didn't want him squeezing me so tight. That wasn't what I wanted at all. "Steve, take your pants off." As he started taking his pants off I took a couple of unwanted steps backwards. I took a good look at Steve, and he was very fit. He was actually damn sexy, and I had no idea why I never noticed how attractive men were before. I thought about how nice it would be if he had the body, and face that I found myself uncontrollably attracted with. Tingle. With his pants now off I could see that he had a very impressive erection wrapped up, and hidden behind his underwear. "You missed a spot," I said right before I slowly removed his underwear. His erection was massive, and I told myself that I wanted to be as attracted to his cock as much as possible. After all, everything else about this guy was exactly what I wanted in a man. I told myself I wanted to crave his cock. Tingle. After admiring everything he had to offer, I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, Steve. You never seem to disappoint me." I returned my gaze to the part of Steve that I wanted to get my hands on. I wanted to get a look at it, and I found myself unconsciously moving closer, and closer to it. Steve just stood there watching me slowly move in on the part of himself he most wanted to share with me. I never imagined in a million years I would do what I was about to do. I wasn't worried about it. I was, after all, in complete control of my mental faculties. I wouldn't be doing any of this if I didn't want to do it. I paused a few millimeters away from heaven. I could smell it, and I wanted nothing more than to taste it, and feel its texture in my mouth. I loved everything about it. I thought about how I should be really good at pleasuring a man with my mouth. It should be something that I loved to do. The girls that loved giving blowjobs always were the best. I wanted to be the best. Tingle. I grabbed his hand. "Let's go to my room." I sat him on my bed, and I slowly started moving in on his cock. It was standing up waving hello to me. I didn't want to keep it waiting very long. I placed both my hands on his thighs, and I slowly lowered myself onto my knees. I batted my eyes at Steve, and I made a very submissive facial expression. Every submissive thing I did was making me more, and more horny. I was so excited to put this guy's massive cock into my mouth. I really hoped he would like the blowjob I was about to give him. I slid my hand up and down his thighs a few times. Then I gave him one more quick submissive look before lowering my welcoming open mouth onto his cock. There were so many new sensations I experienced at once the moment I wrapped my mouth around it. I realized that this was the only way I wanted to live my life. I loved it giving blowjobs, and I wanted to love giving them even more. I even wanted to love the taste of semen. That would a nice thing for a woman to love. Tingle. Between the front of my apartment complex, and my bedroom, I made sure this body was going to be fine tuned for sex. So I wasn't really surprised by how well things were going for me as a woman. The things that surprised me about being a woman was the stuff on the periphery. The challenges of opening my purse with long fingernails, not knowing what kind of haircut I should get, and not knowing anything at all about makeup. I was going to have to learn how to do these things. Being a woman also meant I had to take on the inconvenient parts as well. Such as having a period, and using birth control. But the idea of getting pregnant, and being the loving wife of someone like Steve didn't seem like it would be bad. I think I would like being a wife, and even being a mother. Tingle. I was now really enjoying having Steve's big hot cock inside my mouth. The thing that I wasn't expecting was how it seemed to take up most of the space in my mouth. I had never put anything this big in my mouth before. Even with my small female mouth being filled up, I wasn't doing any accidental scraping with my teeth. I willed myself to be a great cocksucker, and I was really good at it. In fact, I was rather proud of how good of a job I was doing on this cock in my mouth. I even knew where all the sensitive spots were located, and I focused on making them feel as good as I could. Steve also seemed to be rather fond of what I was doing to his cock. As I was gently caressing his testicles I could tell that he was on the verge. I pulled myself off of him, and said, "I want to taste your cum." I repositioned myself around his cock, and I caressed his balls. I really wanted to know what it was like to have a guy shoot his load into my mouth. Imagine my delight when I felt his balls tense up as he ejaculated into my mouth. It must have been good for him, because he seemed to keep pushing out more drops of semen into my mouth. I was so happy that I was able to make him do that with a blowjob. I was definitely going to be giving more blowjobs in my future. I slid as far forward as I could, and I wrapped my lips around his long wide shaft forming an airtight seal. Then I looked up at him, and could tell from his face that the euphoria he had experienced ejaculating in my mouth hadn't faded away completely yet. I sat there motionless looking up at him holding his cock deep in my mouth. I smelled all of his musky smells as I breathed through my nose. I could smell his musky genitals with my nose, and I could taste his cum on my tongue. I was really enjoying myself. Slowly he looked down at me. Never taking my eyes off of his I tightened my lips around his shaft, and created a vacuum seal around his cock with my mouth. Then I pushed the tip of my tongue up into the large vein of his cock where his semen has just shot through. Slowly I pulled myself off of him, while I caressed his testicles. I scrapped every last drop of his masculine seed out of his cock. Still looking at him with a submissive look I swallowed everything I had in my mouth. "Holy shit, baby. That was..." Steve trailed off. I seductively wiped my lips with my fingers like there was, well, like there was Steve's cum all over my lips. "A loss of words?" I asked. "I thought you enjoyed it," I said with a wry smile. Walking to the bathroom I finished, "I know I enjoyed doing it." I started to wash out my mouth. Not for any reason other than I wasn't sure if Steve liked the taste of cum as much as I did. I looked at myself in the mirror. Some small part of the old me that existed managed to get a faint signal across, and I realized that this wasn't my body, or my mind. But I didn't care. Not anymore. I was having sex with the ideal physical specimen of a man. A man, who after he recovers from the blow job I just game him, is going to fuck the shit out of my brand new custom made cute little pussy. After brushing my teeth, and rinsing out my mouth really good I went back into my bedroom. Steve was completely naked, and laying invitingly on my bed looking at me. I was still completely dressed. I remember how turned on I was watching myself get undressed in this room earlier today. I had no idea at the time that I had just been practicing for the show I was about to give a man who's cum I just washed out of my mouth. "Steve, I hope you don't mind. But I was doing laundry, and wasn't able to find any matching lingerie," I explained to him as I slowly lifted my little black dress up the sides of my thighs. "I don't mind at all," Steve let me know. "Yeah. I didn't think you would mind," I continued to slowly lift the dress up my body, eventually getting it over my head, and off my body. "Here's the thing though. I'm a woman, and I care if my lingerie doesn't match," I didn't mind that I didn't match, but I thought that I should care. So I thought about how I should care, and that I should be good at fashion. Tingle. Steve looked a little confused. He didn't know where I was going with this conversation. I walked over to the bed and leaned forward a little bit. With a softer voice I said, "Can you take my white panties off. They don't match." "Okay." I continued, "But leave the garter belt on... I want to fuck you in my stockings." "Yeah. I can do that," Steve assured me. "Thank you." Steve unclipped the first stocking from my garter strap. Then he slowly fed the strap inside my panties. I could feel his fingers sliding on my naked flesh, and I almost couldn't stand how good it felt. He didn't seem to be in any rush as he clipped the strap back onto the stocking. He also didn't mind gently sweeping his fingers across my moist pussy occasionally either. I uncontrollably moaned every time he touched me as it sent waves of pleasure through my body. If this was what the buildup was like, I wasn't sure I was going to survive the finale. After he finished with the two straps in the front, he directed me to turn around. I smiled, and slowly turned around giving him every opportunity to keep looking at my body. Steve slid the third strap under my panties. I unsnapped my bra, and slowly removed it. I held the bra out to my side, and dropped it to the ground. I was now fully exposed on the top, and I liked it. I was very excited to finally have a man fondle my breasts. I wondered what that was going to be like. Steve must have enjoyed what he saw since a little moan escaped his mouth as he glanced up at my chest. I looked down and I could see he was starting to get another erection. Wow. This guy had good recovery. I was happy to see that. I wasn't sure if he was going to be able to go again after the blowjob. I really like giving him a blowjob, but I would have stopped sooner if I thought my new little pussy wasn't going to be pounded into blissful submission. He started on the last strap of the garter belt. Oh my god I was about to get the fuck of my life. My new life. I had no idea why the hell I didn't think I wanted this only a few hours ago. I couldn't imagine my life any other way now, and I still haven't been fucked yet. Chills ran down my back at the thought of what was about to happen. I was ready. I wanted this. He clipped the last garter strap onto the stocking. I was so happy he was finally done. It seemed like it took him forever to get my panties off. I could feel him slowly slide my panties down to my feet where I was still wearing my black heels. With my panties laying on the tops of my heels I slowly stepped out of them. Now I was finally out of that white lingerie. I stood before Steve, presenting myself. Hoping he would like what he saw. How couldn't he? My breasts were ample, and my little pussy was now framed in a black garter belt, and stockings right in front of his face. I still had my high heels on, because I remembered liking the look of high heels with stockings. I wanted to be that sexy woman for Steve. I decided to give Steve a good look at what I had to offer. Slowly I spun around in place like a top. I stopped with my back to him, and waited. I was done with my disrobing. Now it was his turn to do whatever he wanted. "Steve?" I asked. "Yeah." "I know you will need some time to recover, and that's okay. But I want you to know something. As soon as you're ready, I really want you to fuck me." "Baby?" "Yeah." "I'm ready." As I stood motionless, my entire body shivered on the inside. "What took you so long?" I asked. Oh my god, yes! Getting up from the bed Steve gently placed his hands on the sides of my thighs. I stood in place savoring the suspense. I thought about how I was so overwhelmingly happy to be in this body that I had inadvertently turned into every man's sexual fantasy. That I willed this body into being hyper sensitive to touch, and rewarded it with unparalleled pleasure. A body that I provided with a brain of exceptional intelligence. Capable of understanding its own desires, and a willingness to give into them. I didn't want to go back. _I didn't want my old boring dull life. I wanted this life. I wanted this body. I wanted to explore this new frontier of sexual pleasures. Tingle. His large masculine hands slowly rose to the sides of my hip. His fingers gliding across my soft, tight sensitive skin. Gliding over hips that were moulded into an exquisite shape. Cast from the primal sexual desires of my lost male preferences. Steve's fingers were now gradually making their way across my narrow waist. He was exploring my new hourglass figure, and it was about time he discovered all of it. I was enjoying this body immensely. With Steve's hands caressing me, and my own self awareness of loving my new role, enormous waves of pleasure flowed through me, and through my mind. I thought about how wonderful everything felt, and how I never wanted to go back to my old life. I never wanted to go back. Even if I tried. Even if I begged. I didn't want to go. I wanted to be here forever. Tingle. Now standing behind me his arms pulled me into his body. I could tell he wasn't lying about being ready. I could feel it on my lower back, and I was filling up with anticipation, about being filled up with his cock that tantalizingly laid exposed against my back. My body shuttered. I was ready for this to happen. All the timecards had been punched, and everyone was clocked in. It was time for Steve to get to work. Time for me to be deflowered. Time for me to officially, quantitatively, plunge into womanhood. One of his hands went around my waist. His fingers pressing on me. Sliding around between my belly button, and my brand new untested female genitals. His other arm wrapped around my torso just below my breasts. His hand, cupping squeezing it firmly. I have willing given myself up to this man. Given him full reign of my body. It was proving to be the right decision. I was enjoying his touch so much. I found it hard to believe that I had been so reluctant to avoid experiencing the pleasures of this new body. I should have been more open to these new sensations. I didn't like the idea that I could somehow accidentally make myself dislike them again. I wanted to be to enjoy this. I loved how this body welcomed a man's touch, and the wonderful way it made me feel. Oh my god, I wanted this! I wanted this, and everything that came with being a woman. Even the things that I didn't know about. Tingle. Now both hands my bare chest were being caressed by his strong hands. His fingers spread apart over the front of my breasts where my hard nipples now begged to be touched. Slowly he moved his fingers up and down across my nipples. Off, and on his fingers teased me with brief moments of extreme pleasure, and brief moments of emptiness. Over and over he teased my nipples. I loved how amazing it felt to have my hard nipples pushed to side against their will. I could feel his skin scraping against them, and it made my entire chest radiate pleasure. Then suddenly the sensation would stop, and my nipple would snap back to the emptiness that was between his fingers. Over, and over this went. Then small gentle kisses starting popping in, and out of existence on the back of my neck. It felt amazing, and I selfishly willed my body to make it feel even better. Tingle. He gently turned me around to face him, and pulled me up against his body. He was so strong, and dominant. I really enjoyed seeing him overcome by his primal side. I so enjoyed being the target of that primal focus. It was like I got to see a tiny glimpse of the fuel that fires this man. An insight few could see. It was intoxicating watching him. My pussy was moist, and ready. I relished my submission to him. I loved how it turned him on when I was submissive. I loved how being submissive stirred the fire in myself. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and I tilted my head slightly. "Kiss me." His lips firmly embraced mine. I slowly opened my mouth letting him know that I wanted more. More of whatever he wanted to give me. His tongue found its way into my mouth, where my tongue eagerly awaited it. We kissed passionately as he squeezed me up against his body. I loved how his body felt, and I was happy with my decision to make his body type my ideal. This guys body was phenomenal, and he probably had no idea how attracted I was to him. I didn't think I could find him any more attracted to him, but that didn't stop me from wishing I could be. Tingle. I felt his cock getting tense, and then relaxing itself as he slowly, and involuntarily thrusted his hips into me. It was only a preview, but it got me really excited about what was to come. I would realize later that what I started feeling was the start of a small orgasm that started to grow inside of me. With every little thrust that he pushed into me, I grew more excited, and horny. As the orgasm grew to life inside of me, my legs started to give. I leaned into him for support, and that caused his thrusting motion to intensify, which in turn triggered my first female orgasm. My entire body shuddered. An explosion of euphoria reverberated throughout my body as one rippling wave after another shot through my body. As the sensation subsided I heard myself finishing a moan that I didn't realize I started. "Oh my god." I was panting. My first orgasm took me to a place I had never been, and all I wanted was to go back there. Realizing he had just given me an orgasm only propelled Steve's level of lust. His cock was now rock hard, and pressed between our torsos. His waist was rocking back and forth slowly, occasionally kicking with a stronger intensity as he humped me. More forceful than I ever expected, Steve spun me around to the bed, and pushed me down onto my back. He was different now. He was out of control. I loved seeing him like this. I loved that I was able to do this to him, and I wasn't going to do anything to taper this intensity. I felt some moisture form on the outside of my pussy begin to slide down the inside of my leg. I was beyond wet, and wanted to know what his cock felt like inside me. Inside my pussy. Rubbing into the depths of me. "Take me," I said in a hushed tone. "Oh my god, take me." Steve positioned himself between my spread welcoming legs. I could feel his breath teasing the flesh of my bosom as he lowered himself on me. I eagerly awaited his cock spreading my virgin lips open, and having whatever life altering orgasm I was surely going to have. I never even fingered myself. What would it be like with his cock inside of me. Sliding in, and out of my wet fertile vaginal walls. Scraping through my insides. All of my brand new nerve endings wrapped tightly around his cock as he thrust himself into me again, and again. Then finally his seed would shoot out of his cock as he spasmed on top of me, spraying all over my insides like a broken damn washing over a small town. "Oh may god, Steve. Fuck me! I want you so bad." He placed his hands on my hips, and slowly he slid away from me. Where was he going? Why was he backing off the bed? Where the fuck was he going? I needed him. I needed his cock. I began involuntarily thrusting my hips into the air. My internal horny meter just exploded, and I was getting frustrated with this unapproved intermission. Did he have to go to the bathroom, or something? What was he doing? There was a very strong ringing sound, and all I could see was grey. My body's physical senses didn't seem to be functioning, and I wasn't self aware enough to notice. A wave of pleasure so large had just washed over me so unexpectedly, I could barely remember that it started before I found myself washed up on the shore of some beach I've never been at before. Another wave was building, and it knocked me down. The ringing was constant, but after some undetermined amount of time my vision seemed to recover a bit. Then another wave of pleasure came breaking on the shore, knocking me harder into the sandy beach. The next wave brought the second female orgasm of my life, and it came in like a tidal wave. I must have spun around, and slammed into the ground underneath the wave a dozen times. I wasn't even sure I would land back in the beach, much less my bed. Yet that's where I was when I came back to reality. Steve's head was between my legs, on top of my new little pussy, and had just finished licking my clitoris with a long slow motion. "Oh.... My... God..." He moved his head lower between my legs, and said, "I'm glad you like it, because I love doing it." Another wave crashed into me, and I gave a long slow moan. "You have the cutest little pussy," he said before slowly, and firmly sliding the length of his tongue across my clitoris. I felt so happy for the briefest of moment that he thought I had the cutest little pussy. Then another wave crashed through me, filling my entire body with euphoria. I was back at the beach. Sprawled out on the ground. Still not recovered from the wave that just hit me. I wondered if I should buy a beach house to vacation here. No, better yet, I was going to buy a beach house, and move here. I remembered when we came into the apartment together, and thinking that I wanted to have an extremely sensitive clit. I remembered how I felt something tingle inside of me, and thought that was a good thing to do to my body. Turned out to be the greatest thing to do to my body. Maybe even too great. Knocked down by another wave I decided that I wasn't going to try and pick myself up since there was undoubtedly another wave coming in soon. If this were a real beach, I would have fled for higher ground. This wasn't a real beach though. This was my beach. Cute Little Pussy Beach was what Steve would probably name it. And oh my god, he sure did love to lick it. There seemed to be no end in sight for these waves that came crashing down on me. As overwhelming as these waves were, I knew what was coming. I knew there was a storm on the horizon. These waves were just the warm up. I was actually starting to wonder if I should take shelter instead of staying on the beach. But who am I kidding? There was no way I was going to flee with Hurricane Steve coming ashore. I was going to ride it out, at Cute Little Pussy Beach. Wave after wave crashed into me, and was eroding the shoreline. I wasn't sure there would be any beach left when he finished. How long would that be I wondered as more, and more waves knocked my limp body around, and around. I didn't know how far out from landfall Hurricane Steve was, but there was no mistaking that it was coming ashore. The sea level had risen high, and I wasn't sure how much higher it would go. There wasn't a dry spot of land to be found. I was pretty damn sure the meteorologists were going to need to make a new hurricane category after tonight's storm. Maybe a category 10? Mercifully Steve stopped licking my pussy. I tried in vain to stop moaning, but it seemed to be an uncontrollable reaction I was having. Probably because I knew what was about to happen, and I wasn't sure if I would survive. "Steve," I managed to get out. "Yeah, baby? You liked that, huh?" "Hey-" Wait, did he really just ask if I liked what he just did? "Oh my god, baby. That was incredible. I was in another world." "Yeah, you seemed to be enjoying yourself." "Hey. Um, yeah. It was... I never... I never had someone make me feel like that before." "Yeah. Well, I'm just getting started." "Yeah. Wait. Hang on. That's the problem, baby. I need a minute." "What? You okay? Is something wrong?" "No! Oh my god, no. Nothing is wrong. I just.. it's just... I need a minute." "Okay. No problem. I'm sure I can find something to do until you're ready," Steve started to lower his mouth towards my pussy again. "No, wait. Seriously. Just wait. Oh my god. I need to catch my breath." "Okay," Steve said with a chuckle. Clearly he was pleased by my reaction. I was really pleased too. Steve slid up next to me in the bed, and laid down. His hand slid across my belly as he hooked onto my waist, holding me snug in his hand. Oh my god, that felt amazing too. I may have over done this sexual pleasure thing with my body, but I wasn't about to reverse anything yet. I had no problem being taken to my own vacation resort island via my privately owned company, Susan's Vagina Cruise Line. I really just needed to catch my breath, and take it all in first. Also, I wasn't sure if I went too far when I wished my vagina into a tight friction filled love tunnel. I wasn't sure if Steve's above average club of man meat was going to tear my insides apart, or not. "Hey." "Yeah. You okay?" "Me? Oh, yeah. I'm great. No, I'm better than great. I'm incredible... You're incredible." "Okay..," Steve said in a questioning tone. "Yeah. So, um..," How do I tell him I'm a virgin, and that I haven't had a chance to test my magic vagina, because only a couple hours ago I wanted to have my penis back? "Has it been a while for you, baby?" Steve to my rescue, again. I really liked this guy. He had no idea that he just rescued me from some rambling poor excuse. I would make sure I rewarded him for that later. Probably another blowjob. "Yeah. It's been a while. You could say that." "Okay. That's no problem." He started to himself up like he was leaving. Then he came back down with his lips on my forehead. "If you want to stop, or take a break, all you gotta do it tell me." Another wave. This one was different. This time the wave wasn't physical. This time the wave was emotional. I felt thankful, and safe. I felt my fear, and insecurity about my hesitation wash away from me. This wave also tasted so overwhelming sweet that everything I put in my mouth the rest of the night was going to taste like candy. Wow, I wondered. What would a candy flavored cock taste like. I'm sure Steve wouldn't mind if I asked to try a taste. I bet it's delicious. I felt my eyes starting to fill up with water. My body was overflowing with the happiness emotion, and it was starting to spill out of my eyes. Oh my god, was I really crying? Steve leaned in closer to me. "Baby, it's okay. Don't worry about me. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Okay, fine. I admit it. I was full on crying now. What the fuck? "Steve," I started to giggle thinking about what I was about to say. "Don't worry. You're not making me do anything I don't want to do..," The giggling was now inflicted in my voice, "because I really want to do you." Steve was trying to gauge my emotional state. I was crying, and laughing at the same time. The poor guy never had a chance. I loved that he tried though. "Susan, you say some really funny things. But I want you to know that I want to do you too." I stopped crying, and started wiping my eyes. "Okay, that wasn't sexy at all. I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that," Oh my god, I am such a chick. I really hope he was serious about still wanting to have sex. I hope I didn't ruin the mood. Oh my god, I better not have ruined the mood! Steve continued with the nice guy routine. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Steve wiped a tear away that had missed. Then he just looked at me, silently waiting for me to say something. Considering I just started crying before he was about to fuck the shit out of me, he was handling this situation very well. A lot of guys would probably have said something dumb, or unsupportive. Whether they realized it or not, they probably wouldn't have been able to reignite the fire. Steve on the other hand didn't seem to care about the fire, or himself. He only seemed to care about me, and that I was upset. I looked at him as he was patiently waiting for me to figure out what I wanted. God damn, he was a good looking guy. I admit that a big part of this was my physical attraction to him. I also admit that I kinda sorta made him my ideal man. But his humanity was becoming more, and more attractive. I felt that fire deep in my loins burst back into a fury. "Hey, Steve." "Yeah?" "I think I'm ready now." "Okay," He said. Then he slowly started massaging one of my breasts with the hand the had been wrapped around my waist. He watched me, confirming that I was really ready again. He also seemed to be really enjoy playing with tits. I know I sure enjoyed him playing with them. "Steve." "Yeah?" "I'm really ready." "Yeah, I know," He continued playing with my tits. "No. I mean, I'm ready ready." "Oh," Steve chuckled. "Ready, ready." "Yeah. Ready, ready," I started to squirm as a sense of anticipation flowed through me. I slowly spread my legs making sure Steve had a spot with which to wedge himself into position. As usual, he didn't disappoint. Laying on my backI looked down, between my breasts, and over my pussy, to see Steve's fully erect cock. I wanted visual confirmation that he was ready, and also I wanted to look at his cock again. On his knees, he shuffled forward to get in position to penetrate me. This caused my legs to spread more. I never realized how submissive of a position this was for women as my legs spread wide with a large man between them. I was in a very compromising position, and I laid there enjoying my own submissive behavior. That realization made me even hornier than I already was. I liked that I made myself get aroused by being submissive. I liked it a lot. I looked up to Steve, and we locked eyes. I made another submissive face. "Go slow." I made my lips pouty to drive the point home. He nodded, and started rubbing the tip of his cock between my legs. The head at the end of his very long shaft went up and down my lips, never missing my soon to be new favorite body part, the clitoris. Every time he touched me there, I would get a quick burst of pleasure. Then I started to feel a pressure building between my legs, and it subsided. I looked back to Steve's cock, and I could see that he was trying to find the entry point. I grabbed a boob with each hand, and I gave my nipples a small pinch. I didn't have a seatbelt to wear, so I figured I would grab onto something. May as well be my tits. I was nearly shaking with anticipation of what pleasures were about to rain down on me. The pressure between my legs changed, and I felt the inside of my body start to be spread out. Then I felt something very large inside of me spreading me out more. I was very aware that he had his cock in my pussy. All I could think about was that I could feel a cock inside of my cute little pussy. I felt the outside of my virgin vaginal walls being pushed, being stretched into an unfamiliar shape. It felt amazing. Oh my god, this was actually happening, and it felt like no pleasure I've ever known. That old Chinese guy would never had sold me that potion if he could see me now. I would never have drank it if I had thought it would have turned me into a woman. But those things didn't happen, and now I'm a woman with a man's cock inside her, and I couldn't imagine anything bering better than that. I was really a woman now. A woman on her back with a cock slowly driving into her pussy. A cock I had not long ago sucked dry of semen, and swallowed with a smile on her face. He pushed inward more, and then retreated again. He repeated this pattern while he slowly pushed his way deeper, and deeper into me. I felt myself expanding wider, and wider with every push of his cock. I felt everything, and it felt like heaven. I moaned. "Is this okay? Am I going too fast?" "No... No." I took my hands off my tits, and placed them on his wide masculine shoulders. "You're doing great. Just keep..," I trailed off as another moan came out of my mouth. Eventually he was all the way inside of me. I could feel the inside of his hips pushing my legs out to the side as he was fully inside of me. I bent my knees, and lifted my legs up a little. I noticed this position created a little more friction, which was pretty fucking amazing feeling to be totally honest. I slid my hands to his back, and I looked into his eyes. "That's really nice." "Yeah. It sure is," he said. Then he slowly started thrusting his cock up, and down my vaginal canal. Scraping my hypersensitive nerve endings that sent terabytes of data to my pleasure receptors. He started this slow, but it didn't take long before the pace picked up. I lost the desire to lift my head up, and I laid it back down on the bed where it slowly turned to the side slightly as my body was being knocked around by his thrusting. I was entirely focused on this incredible new feeling that was happening in my new lady parts. Nobody had ever told me that sex could feel like this. Nobody! Maybe this was entirely due to the magic potion, and my insistence that I was going to enjoy sex to the extreme as a woman. I really didn't care what the reason was right now. I didn't care about anything. I could barely think. All of my attention was on the many different feelings I was experiencing while Steve was working on a masterpiece. A masterpiece that was about to get its fertile inside power washed with Steve's DNA. If Steve had fucked me any harder, or faster, I would have felt like a paint mixer. Not that I would have minded. I was lost in some new world. Perhaps a different dimension. Was I floating? I knew that my breasts were bouncing around as Steve slammed his cock as deep into my vagina as he could. Then he would wind up, and ram it back in again. Over, and over this went. With each push a new wave of pleasure formed, and crashed into my body with a greater impact than any of the previous waves. Hurricane Steve had come ashore, and I'm pretty sure I just saw a palm tree fly across my room. Having a cock pounding away at my little pussy was by far the best thing I had ever felt in my life. The first orgasm I had with his cock inside of me was better than the earlier ones. Not that I was even considering going back to my old body at this point, but there wasn't a part of my old self left to request it. I quickly realized that I wanted to be a woman. This woman. I wanted men to pursue me, and I wanted to let them catch me. Most of all, I wanted men to fuck me for the rest of my life. There was no question. If there was any regret, it was that I didn't do this sooner. As the first orgasm ended, another one had already started building up. This went on, and on the entire time Steve was fucking me. Occasionally he would shift his position, and my clitoris would get rubbed. That was organism. Sometimes Steve would slide his hand down, and rub my little button while he fucked me. That was definitely an orgasm. Pinching my nipples while a cock jackhammered me in half? That was an orgasm too. I think it would be reasonable to say that I was having constant overlapping orgasms the entire time Steve's steaming hot cock was taking me, and my pussy to Nirvana. I couldn't be sure how long he fucked me for. It was quite a long time. I think he really enjoyed watching me have one long constant orgasm. Occasionally I did have moments of clarity. I remember telling him between two particularly big orgasms that I was going to get a vibrator shaped like his dick, and never take it out. He told me I didn't need to buy a vibrator, and that he would make himself available to my beck, and call. I told him to tell me when he was getting close, because I wanted to fondle his balls, and make sure I got every last drop of semen from his cock. When I said that to him, I felt his cock grow inside of me, and he said I could start rubbing his balls now. It's not easy to rub someone's balls when they're sliding their cock in and out of your vagina as fast as they can. I didn't let that stop me. I was determined to get my hand into a good position, and caress everything out of him. I even managed to get some tickles out of him with my long fingernails. Once I was in a good position, I slid my other hand onto his back. I felt like I had a pretty good hold on this guy in this position. Like I was ready for an earthquake, or something bigger. Something better. He went from looking at my eyes, to staring off deep in concentration. Then he would go back to my eyes again. I could tell that he was really close. It must have been building up. Then one of the times he looked in my eyes I said, "I want your seed inside of me. I want you to take me. I want to feel you dripping out of me all night." That instant his cock got as big as it was going to get, and I felt his balls contract. I rubbed, and caressed his balls while I looked at him squirm with delight. Steve made a large groaning sound, and pushed himself as deep into me as he could. I felt a new, deeper part of my vagina wall get pushed wider. It was so erotic. His cock flexed as he ejaculated, and he pumped every last drop he had into me. I caressed his balls in an encouraging manner. I really did want to get every last drop of semen from this guy, and see if it would slide out from my pussy, and down my leg. Or would I feel it inside of myself, sloshing around when I moved. I wanted to be the kind of woman that would want to enjoy this type of thing. Tingle. After being thoroughly drained, Steve exited my vagina. Then he rolled over to the side, next to me. I had just had the best sex of my life. There was no question that I was entirely a woman now. A woman that got the fuck of her life. My previous best sexual experience wasn't even close to what I just experienced. Laying in bed next to Steve, after just having the fuck of my life, I realized something. I wasn't stuck in a woman's body. I was no longer stuck in a man's body. "Hey, baby," Steve said in a quite voice. I return the same quite voice. "Yeah?" "You were amazing. I've never..." He trailed off, lost in thought. I smiled. "Thank you. But, baby, you. You were fucking amazing." "Thanks." Leaning into his body I gently wrap my small hand around his limp penis. Slowly I started massaging it. "I know you will need some time to recover, and that's okay. But I want you to know something. As soon as you're ready, I want you to fuck me again." "Baby." "Yeah?" "You're insatiable." "Yeah, I know. I wouldn't have it any other way." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Steve ended up staying the night. At some point in the middle of the night I woke up, and Steve was still asleep. I intended to just slowly touch his body, explore it, feel the different parts. Men were all so new through the eye's of a woman. I was fascinated by how the familiarity felt so new, and different. I shouldn't have been surprised that he woke up while I had my hands on him. Not long after he woke up he had an erection. I stroked it for a while, and even started to give him a blowjob. To my delight he bent me over the side of the bed, and fucked me rotten. He held my arms down on the bed with one hand, and with his other hand he pushed the side of my face into the mattress. Oh my god that was another nonstop orgasm festival. I really enjoyed the heightened pleasures of being dominated, and submissive. Steve seemed to enjoy it as well. I woke up before Steve did, and I saw that I got a text from Leslie. She wanted to know how it went. I sent her a smily emoticon. Then I sent her three more. When Steve finally woke up, I gave him a good morning blowjob. This guy sure liked to sleep. I liked that I had worn him out. It would be nice if I could say that we ended up happily ever after with a couple kids, and a white picket fence in the suburbs hosting swinger parties. But life doesn't always work out the way you want. Steve was great while it lasted, but we kinda grew apart. I will never forget the man who took my virginity. The man who made me want to be the woman I am today. He will always have a place in my heart, even if I never see him again. Part of me is really sad that it didn't work out. A greater part of me is happy that I didn't end up with the first guy I slept with. He will still always be my ideal physical mate, but I haven't had any problems finding other men to take me into their arms, and have amazing sex with. I haven't found Mr Right yet, but I've had a lot of fun trying. My heart has been broken more than I care to say, and I've done my share of hurting others. Overall I'm still very happy, and I have never regretted my decision. I just wish there was someone I could talk with about my life that would believe me. Leslie and I became really good friends. I helped her with her flirting, and eventually she figured it out. She helped me learn how to open my purse. She also got herself a hot guy with big arms to hang off. She's so in love with that guy, and I'm happy for her. She asked me to be the maid of honor, and of course I accepted. We had a hell of a bachelorette party. Sorry, not going to tell you about that. We did train for the Susan G Komen race, and ran it together. We stayed side by side the entire race, and had a lot of fun. We both are still running, and occasionally wear our tee shirts from the race on our training runs. We call ourselves the magic potion girls, in honor of our first day as girl friends. I signed up for the annual city marathon, and I am training very hard for it. I looked up the previous years results, and I was already faster than my ex. I hope I see her on the course. I'm going to tell her that her ex said I was the best fuck of his life, and that he doesn't miss her at all. Fucking bitch. Speaking of the ex, I threw all her crap out. She had terrible taste. Who the hell blings an egg timer? I had developed a real eye for fashion, and decoration. I think that was one of my drunken wishes, but a lot of those wishes I made that night were lost in a drunken haze. I couldn't go back to my old job obviously. It turns out if you show up at the police station, and tell them you have amnesia, they can use your fingerprints, dental records, and all sorts of stuff to figure out your identity. It turns out some guy named, Mike, had his records criss-crossed with mine. He also had a bunch of unpaid parking tickets that were outstanding. We even had the same fingerprints on file. The police apologized profusely for their corrupted database. They were really disappointed they couldn't help me find out who I was. Apparently I may never get my memory back. Fortunately I was able to drain Mike's measly savings over a short period of time. That gave me enough cash to get a new start, and get on with my life. Leslie was super helpful, and helped me through a lot of it. I don't know what I would have done without her support. I stopped by the Chinese herbalists shop about a month later. He didn't recognize me, but I reminded him who I was. He was initially shocked, but I calmed him down quickly with my assurance that I wanted this. He said he was never again going to make that potion for anyone. I was relieved to hear that, but also kinda sad that nobody would be able to experience what I had. I still go to his shop every so often to pick up something. I spiked one of Leslie's drinks with a boob potion. She still has no idea why her boobs grew overnight, but she really does love having bigger boobs. I ended up taking a job as a private tennis instructor. For some reason I really liked wearing cute little tennis dresses, and being a tennis instructor seemed like the easiest way to do that. I'm really not very good, but I have a backlog of students who want me to be their private instructor. All of my students are men, and I know they're not really interested in tennis. They're really more interested in seeing me in my little outfits. I don't blame them, I still love looking at myself in them. I'm not rich by any stretch, but I love every minute of my life. I really don't need a lot of money to be happy. I find my happiness wearing cute clothes, and flirting with men. Why would I want anything to distract me from that? One of the last wishes I made before the herbal remedy time expired was for my body. I made sure I would always have this perfect body, never look older than 30, and live to 100 without any health problems. I can pretty much fuck, and date any man I want. I eat, and drink whatever I want, I don't gain a pound, and I'll never experience another hangover. I am a goddess. A very happy goddess.