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I sat in front of my computer and started surfing transgendered sites when I came across an article on psychiatrists specializing in cross-dressers, transvestites, and transsexuals. Some of their treatments included a psychological evaluation, hormone therapy, group sessions, and preoperative assistance. The mail order hormones I was taking were having some positive effects, but I read there were better and safer hormone medicines available by prescription. also really wanted to get some breast implants. Mom’s recent letter of approval and Bill’s acceptance had broken any remaining barriers to me becoming Joann permanently. After some further research, I located a Doctor less than an hour away.

The next morning I called and made an appointment for the end of the week. On Friday, I soaked in the bathtub while I shaved my whole body and rubbed lotion on my arms, legs, ass, and stomach. I put on a pair of bikini cut panties, padded bra, and an above the knee one-piece dress. My toenails and fingernails were already polished. I put on my make-up, combed my hair, and sprayed an ever so slight wisp of perfume on my neck.

I arrived at the Doctor’s office a few minutes early. It was in a very professional medical office complex. The receptionist was friendly and polite as she asked me to have a seat in the waiting room to fill out some forms. When she called my name, I walked over toward her desk where I was greeted by a man who looked to be about thirty years old, “How are you today? My name is Doctor Franklin Smith. Follow me.”

I responded, “Thank you. My name is Joann. I’m glad to meet you.” We walked down the hall and into his office. Although he had a large desk on one side, we sat in two large comfortable chairs on the other side. Doctor Franklin looked over the information on the forms I filled out, and then looked at me for a good long minute.

Finally, he said, “Well Joann, you’re a very beautiful woman. You look quite comfortable sitting here. How long have you been dressing like this?”

I spent the next thirty minutes answering his questions and telling him about my life, so far, as a cross-dresser. He was correct about me being comfortable. I wasn’t at all nervous and enjoyed talking about the past few years of my life.

Then he asked, “Why are you here today? What are you expecting from this visit?”

With little need to think, I immediately answered, “I want to become Joann permanently. I want professional hormone therapy. I want breast implants. I want you to tell me I’m not a weirdo. Maybe you can help me with my occasional confusion.”

“It is my job to determine you are committed to this decision before prescribing any medication or referring you to a surgeon. In the short time we have talked, I find you to be well centered in your desire and well adjusted in your actions so far. Since you’re already on hormones, I will give you a prescription to assure your safety. I want you to continue visiting me so I can monitor their effect on you. Given your current attitude, I can probably refer you to a surgeon for implants in a few months.”

He wrote me a prescription and instructed me to make another appointment with his receptionist before leaving. He finished our visit with, “You’re not a weirdo, your probably one of the most focused patients I have met and you can depend on me to help you sort through your confusion.” I never felt better about being Joann.

I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Sis about my visit. She was as excited about the Doctor’s evaluation as I was. I think it made her feel better about her involvement in my transition over the years. She also reminded me that she and Michelle were going with me to my first soccer game on Monday evening.

As usual, Sunday night I laid out an outfit for after the game Monday. Since Michelle and Mandy were going to be there, I picked out a tight pair of jeans, a white blouse with a tight midriff, my special panty girdle, and a black padded bra that would show through the blouse a little. This would be appropriate for going out to a nice place after the game. I packed everything in my bag along with body lotion and a pair of three-inch heeled sandals.

Monday afternoon, I put on my game uniform over a full coverage bra and panty with self sticking breast forms. Michelle and Sis were waiting in the living room. We took Sis’ car and she drove the three of us to the soccer complex. I couldn’t believe the reception we received when we pulled into the parking lot. The girls came over to the car as we got out. Most of them kissed and hugged all three of us telling Mandy and Michelle how happy they were to see them at our game. I was amazed how much better most of them looked and their new found confidence.

I took Michelle and Sis around to the spectator area before going to the locker room to get ready for the game. I introduced them to Donny, who was already there waiting for the game to start. In the locker room, June gave us our position assignments and a pep talk. After a short warm-up, we started the game. The other team had more non-passable gurls than our team. They looked like our team did before the pajama party.

At first, I expected they would play better than us, due to their masculine look. However, we played as a team, out passing them in a cooperative and confident effort. We beat them five to one, including my three goals. At the end of the game, we all hugged each other. Several of the girls on the other team complimented us on our convincing looks, some even questioning our gender. Two of them squeezed my ass when we hugged.

June suggested we go to the bar on the lake to celebrate winning our first game of the season. She invited all of the spectators on our side to join us. I went to shower, dressed, and did my hair and make-up. Chrissy and I walked out front to join the gang to ride to the bar. There must have been around thirty of us. We took the entire upper deck. Chrissy sat with Sis, Michelle, and me. I noticed a few of the guys standing around, so I invited Donny to sit at our table next to me. I couldn’t resist rubbing his leg with my hand. We kept looking at each other. I was longing for him.

After a few hours of drinking and talking, the party started to break up. Sis winked her eye at me and said, “Why don’t you invite Donny over for a nightcap. What do you think Donny?”

He replied, “I’d like that.”

I put my arms around him and gave him a big kiss before saying, “Take me away, stud.” Everybody at the table laughed. I stood up, taking Donny’s hand, leading him to his car. As he started driving toward my house, I rubbed his leg moving up to his crotch. I felt like a naughty girl on a school night. I looked into his eyes and declared, “I’m getting horny, baby. How about you?” He smiled and stepped down on the accelerator.

We got home before Michelle and Sis, going directly to my bedroom. I was pulling Donny’s clothes off as we walked. I pushed him down on my bed and pulled his pants and boxers off. His dick was already hardening, at least as hard as Donny gets. I licked the pre-cum that was starting to ooze out before wrapping my lips around his tip. I moved my head down until his dick was at the back of my mouth. Then I pulled up so I could lick the tip some more. I so loved giving Donny a blow job. His dick is quite large, yet never gets completely hard. It easily slides in my mouth with no pain when I deep throat him. Suddenly, I hear, “Can I watch? Pretty, pretty, please.” It was clearly Michelle’s voice.

I looked up at Donny with an inquisitive look. He said, “Okay.” I resumed bobbing down preparing to take him into my throat. On the third downward move, I silently said “Ahhh,” opening my throat for penetration as I forced his shaft in. He let out a little moan as my lips reached his balls.

Michelle said, “Damn Jo, that’s amazing. I can’t believe you swallowed his entire cock. I can actually see it moving in your throat. That’s so hot.”

I needed to come up for air so I pulled up. There was a string of pre-cum between my lips and the tip of his dick. I took a few breaths and went back down. This time I moved up and down the length of his shaft as I forced his dick to fuck my throat. On my second time up for air, I could see Michelle watching and rubbing between her legs. I went down, again, taking Donny into my throat for the third time in succession. When I came up the third time, I could see Michelle was naked from the waist down. I was trying to ignore her since she was distracting my throat fucking.

The next thing I knew, she had climbed on top of Donny and was sitting on his face while facing me. I continued to swallow his dick followed by licking the tip of its pre-cum. The alcohol consumption by the three of us was prolonging any orgasms. I must have sucked his dick for over thirty minutes.

Michelle made the first move as she started moaning out loudly. She had her hands on my head and was pushing it down on Donny’s dick. I could hear Donny’s muffled sounds, as she was almost smothering him, pushing her pussy into his mouth as she let loose with her orgasm. She continued to hold my head as she watched me consume his dick over and over, again.

Then, it was Donny’s turn. He started moaning and squeezing Michelle’s legs since it was the only thing he could reach. She, in turn, pushed my head down forcing his dick down my throat as he shot his first load straight into my stomach. His recoil from his first gusher pulled his dick back far enough to fill my mouth with his second load. However, she was still pushing my head down so his dick went back into my throat for his last two loads. I had to push my head up to get some air and found myself face to face with Michelle. She watched as I opened my mouth, full of cum, to take a breath of air. Then, I closed my mouth, holding my head back a little, as I swallowed my mouthful of cum.

Michelle immediately responded, “You are the hottest girl I know, Jo.” She gave me a kiss on the lips before climbing off of Donny. As I slid off the bed and stood up, still in my jeans and blouse, Michelle said, “I’m going to see what Mandy is up to. I think you wore out Donny.”

After a few minutes, Donny sat up on the bed saying, “Michelle is right, Jo, you are the hottest. I hope you don’t mind, but I have to go to work early in the morning.”

“Not a problem,” I replied as I helped him get dressed before sending him off. As I returned to my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and put on a baby doll nightie. Then I walked into the bathroom to pee. Michelle walked in while I was sitting on the toilet. Both bathroom doors were always left open between our bedrooms since Mom moved out.

“I think Mandy had too much to drink,” declared Michelle, “She’s sleeping like a baby. I don’t recall you getting off tonight. Can I help you with that?”

As I stood up and pulled my sheer lacy panties up, I replied, “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t have to, I want to. You and Mandy are my best friends. I enjoy you both in so many ways. Let’s go in your bedroom and let me take care of you.” She took my hand and led me to my bed. I laid on the bed on my back. She pulled my nightie up and my panties down. Then she sat on the side of the bed, leaned her head down, and put my little dick in her mouth. She put one of her hands under my balls, pushing them up into her mouth as she took it all into her mouth. I doubt it was a mouthful for her, but it did make them quite warm. I could feel her tongue moving all over my shaft and balls. Michelle could always make my dick hard.

She pulled her head up and said, “Why don’t you fuck my ass? I know it’ll make you feel good. You know you’re the only one I’ve ever let do that to me.” She pushed me to the side of the bed, as she laid on her stomach with her legs spread wide open. I rolled over on top of her with my knees between her legs and my hands on the bed holding up my body. She had a beautiful ass. It wasn’t at all flabby and her cheeks were naturally separated so her little rosebud was fully exposed.

I aimed my dick with my pelvis to rub the tip around her pussy lips. She was wet as hell providing me with some lubrication. I pulled up a little, feeling the tip following the crack of her ass, until I felt her anal opening. I pushed forward penetrating her easily. It felt like an oven. I started swiveling my hips in and out of her. It didn’t take long before I was ready to explode. I let my weight down on her as I moved my hands from the bed to her tits. This was my favorite position when I was getting fucked up the ass. I gave one last push as I blew my load into her ass. Then I just held her tight as I could feel the last of my cum pumping out. My mouth was on the back of her neck.

I softly whispered, “Thank you, Michelle, I needed that.” We stayed in that position for a while. I could feel my little dick shrink until it just fell out of her ass. I could feel my cum dripping from her hole onto my balls. She moved her body down a little forcing my soft cum drenched dick and balls into her crack making us both a sticky mess. Then she pulled her legs together and rolled us onto our sides. We fell asleep with me spooning her until morning.

The next evening, I was surfing the internet, as I often do, when I came across an ad for a cross-dressing club. It was in the city. They helped their clients dress and prepare for an evening at their sponsored social event. It sounded interesting and was only a three-hour ride. There was an event on Friday, so I signed up. It was a little ironic as I would have to dress as Joseph to become Joann, again. But, I wanted to see what it was all about. I could work late on Thursday and take the whole day off on Friday.

I started my day on Friday searching for some old Joseph clothes. It seemed like forever since I dressed as a man. I found a pair of dress pants, a button down shirt, a pair of men’s shoes and socks, and a pair of white briefs. I packed a bag with some of Joann’s outfits since the web site offered the option of bringing, buying, or renting female clothing. In another touch of irony, I had to sneak outside to the car in Joseph’s clothes as the neighborhood only knew Joann now.

The three hour drive got me to the city a little before my one o’clock appointment. The building was an old storefront with only the building number to identify it. There was a receptionist at a desk who was clearly a cross-dresser. She gave me a clipboard with papers to fill out and directed me to an adjoining room with several partitioned counters and seats. It was certainly discreet.

After completing the forms, I walked back to the desk and gave them to the receptionist. The last form had all of the options: dressing, shaving, lessons, club, and hotel room. She totaled up the options, then, told me it would be $350.00. She said most of their clients preferred to pay cash, but they also took credit cards. A hostess would show me around before I was expected to pay.

A few minutes later, another cross-dresser came out and introduced herself as Candy. She took me outside and across the street to a hotel. While it was clean and well kept, it was still an old building. She showed me the lobby, club area, security system, and, finally, a few of the rooms. Then, we walked back across the street through the reception area and to the dressing rooms and clothing racks before returning to the receptionist. Candy asked, “Well, is everything suitable? Would you like to continue?”

I responded, “Yes, thank you.” She handed the forms back to the receptionist who asked how I wanted to pay. I told her I would like to use my credit card. She filled out some information on a brochure and handed it to me. There was a parking pass for the garage attached to the hotel, a room access card, and a schedule that included dressing, dinner, and club events.

I walked back to my car and parked it in the parking garage. Then, I took my bag to my room. The room wasn’t bad. It had a sitting area, king bed, and a large bathtub in the bathroom. I sat down and read through the brochure. I had a 3:00 dressing appointment, 6:00 dinner, and a 7:30 meet and greet reception in the club. There was also a description of the activities and rules. I took my bag and went across the street at three o’clock for my dressing appointment.

The receptionist introduced me to an older woman whose name was Valerie. She took me to an area that resembled a hairdresser parlor where she washed my hair and styled it. She commented on how my hair already seemed cut for a woman. Then she told me to take my clothes off and stand in the shower base.

As she examined me she said, “The next step is normally removing your body hair with Nair, but I don’t see a single hair on your arms, legs, or chest. I see you have cut your pubic hair in the shape of a heart. You already have a beautiful and feminine body. There is really nothing for me to do here.” She had me raise my arms before placing a terry cloth wrap on me. “Sit in the chair so I can do your toenails and fingernails.”

After finishing my nails, she pulled the Velcro secured wrap open and applied some adhesive to my chest. “Are you on hormones?” she asked. I shook my head yes. She smiled as she turned and got a pair of breast forms from her cart. “These are yours to keep. They are included in the fee you paid. We’re not allowed to reuse them.” She carefully set them in place. They were larger than my usual falsies. She explained that cross-dressers always like them large. Then she pulled the wrap closed to secure the breast forms tight against my chest as the adhesive set.

Next, she applied make-up, eyeliner, and lipstick finishing with an eyelash brush and eyebrow pencil. I told her I brought my own clothes and jewelry. She opened my bag telling me how impressed she was. I stood up and removed the wrap. The breast forms dangled just like real tits. I took my bra from my bag and put it on reaching behind me to hook it.

As I pulled on my thong, Valerie said, “You’ve obviously done this before, you’re the easiest customer I’ve ever worked on. You’re also the most beautiful.” I put on a pair of thigh highs, followed by a short one-piece black dress. Finally, I put on my earrings, ankle bracelet, necklace, and bracelets.

Valerie took me over to the wall mirror so I could see how good I looked. She explained to me that while the girls were getting ready, the agency was lining up guys for the club. They were men who wanted to be with a T-girl. They tried to get one guy for each girl, but sometimes there would be more of one than the other. Everyone meets at the club, after dinner, to get together. I took my bag back to my room, and then went to the bar to have a drink while waiting for dinner.

After dinner, I went into the private club. Within five minutes there were three men sitting at my table talking with me. As I looked around, I understood the reason for my popularity. The other gurls looked terrible. They all looked like drag queens. Most had wigs, their make-up was painted on, their breasts looked fake, they were pathetic. It was obvious the “club” let them down. The band started to play and it didn’t take long before I was on the dance floor. I must have danced with ten different men, each of them groping me the entire time, all of them offering to take me to their room.

When the band took their first break, I walked over to a table with four gurls and introduced myself. I thought I was a celebrity. They all started asking questions about my cross-dressing. A few men came over and started conversations with all of us. The gurls were starting to get some attention. As the night progressed, our table became the center of activity with many of the girls getting offers and leaving with a man. I didn’t have to buy a single drink all night and had to pass a few to the other gurls. When the band finally finished for the night I found myself a little drunk and sitting with five men. I stood up and said, “I think it’s time to go to bed.” I didn’t realize what I said until they all followed me toward my room.

As I opened my door and went into my room, they all came in. I told them I was going to slip into something more comfortable. I unzipped my dress letting it fall to the floor. They all watched as I slipped on a black sheer silk teddy that was on my dresser. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. “Well I’m comfortable, what about the rest of you?” One by one, they started stripping off their clothes. Comfortable: No. Awkward: Yes.

I reached for my bag and pulled out a handful of condoms and put them on the end table as I asked, “Any questions?” There was no answer. After looking at them, I picked the one with the smallest dick and pulled him over to the bed, pushing him down on his back. I took a condom from the end table, opened it, and put it on him. Then I climbed on top of him, pulled the back of my thong down, and proceeded to sit on his dick.

Since he was not too big, I easily took him into my ass. I took his hands in mine and started bouncing up and down. It took about fifteen minutes before he got off in my ass. He quickly softened and I could feel the condom slide off him, remaining in my ass as I dismounted him. I reached behind me, pulled the condom out, and dropped it in the trash can.

I walked around to the other side of the bed toward the remaining men, turned my back toward them, then bent over the bed before saying, “Who’s next?”

I could hear the sound of one of them tearing open a condom wrapper followed by the sound of a plastic cap snapping open. My warm ass was suddenly cooled by the tip of a well lubricated dick. His two hands were gripping my hips as he slowly pushed his shaft into my welcoming, yet still tight, entrance. I was savoring the feeling of the nubs of the condom sliding through my sphincter as it was being stretched open. My ass was being filled with a mixture of cold lubrication and hard meat. He must have been about 6” long. My hands were gripping the other side of the bed.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was greeted by another man who was sliding up to my face in a sitting position. I lifted my head a little so I could take his shaft into my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He put his hands on my head, gently pushing it down on his dick. He was already dripping pre-cum and it only took me a minute to force him into my throat. The thrusts by the man in my ass forced the other further into my throat. I was getting filled on both ends by a man sandwich. I could hear the one behind me exclaim, “This is the tightest ass I’ve ever had, what a fuck!”

I started choking a little and had to pull back on the dick in my mouth to get some air. This caused me to grind my ass into the dick behind me. He started moaning. After getting some air I pushed the dick in front of me back into my throat making him groan as I hugged his waist with my arms. Then I began to moan. I became so excited I came in the front of my panties that were still up in the front. I couldn’t believe how good I felt at this moment with two dicks sliding in and out of my throat and ass. It was like a three-ring circus, I couldn’t take it all in at once.

As the man behind me started to increase his thrusts, he set the pace for all three of us. I was hoping it would last forever as the heat began to rise in my mouth and my ass. I could feel the hands on my head begin to push harder signaling an eruption. Then I felt his vein pulsing as it pumped the first stream of hot cum into my throat as his dick was being pulled in and out by the man in my ass. Another stream shot into the back of my mouth. The last stream filled my mouth just before my body was pushed forward sending the cum covered dick back into my throat. After a moment, I had to push back to get some air. I half swallowed leaving some of the cum in my mouth. The man in front pulled back and got off of the bed.

The man behind me continued a few more minutes before letting out a big groan as he came with a final thrust that he held for a minute or two. Once, again, he loudly declared, “Holy shit, what a fuck.” He slowly withdrew his dick from my ass, this time the condom came out and stayed on his semi-hard shaft.

I stood up just long enough to swallow the remaining cum in my mouth and reach for the tube of lube. I put the nozzle of the tube up to my asshole and squeezed some of it up my ass. As I sat it back on the night table I felt another pair of hands on my hips. I leaned over on the bed.

While this dick was similar in size to the last, it slid into my ass more easily. He immediately started pumping in and out of my ass. The temporary cooling effect of the lubrication was short lived as his fast pace heated it back up. This third fuck was different for me from all the past fucks in my life. His dick was sliding inside of me with less resistance than normal, however, he was moving in and out faster than I had ever experienced. I could feel the heat on the walls of my colon before my whole insides became hot.

At first, I was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to get off. But, after ten minutes of extreme pistoning, I could hear him panting with exhaustion. His voice began to describe his stages to his orgasm. First, he let out a little, “Ah – Ahh – Ahhh.” Then an “Oh yeah.” Finally, followed by “Holy shit” in the most masculine voice he could muster, still, three octaves higher than his previous voice, as he pushed his dick in as deep as possible and held my hips as tight as he could. I responded by pushing back into him, prompting him to exclaim, “She can’t get enough.”

As he pulled his dick out of my ass, another voice responded, “I’ll take care of that.” I could hear some laughter in the background along with the familiar ripping open of a condom wrapper as the same voice said, “I need the bigger one.” Then I could hear the cap opening on the lubrication tube as he said, “That’s the end of the lube.” My expectations were growing. I was not disappointed.

Suddenly, I felt the tip of a large dick between my cheeks. With a slow deliberate push forward it forced open my anal ring. This was the first time I was ever fucked four times in a row and it was everything I could imagine. I was wet inside and out. My body was tingling everywhere. I couldn’t have planned it better. They saved the biggest for last. Despite being well lubricated and somewhat dilated, the large shaft was still tight as it penetrated me. I could feel the rings on the maximum size condom sliding inside me. He was filling up my hungry bowels. I was clenching the bed as he continued to push his large dick up my ass. What a finale.

When he finally bottomed out, he leaned forward, spreading my cheeks from his weight, gaining a little more penetration. His hands were on the bed keeping his upper body elevated allowing him to thrust with his hips. He pulled back a little, then pushed forward. His dick was lodged in my ass, so it really wasn’t sliding in and out; it was pulling my colon back and forth.

After a few minutes of him exercising his hips, he pushed my feet off the floor forcing my whole body completely on to the bed, using his dick like a hook on my body. Now we were both on the bed. I was lying on my stomach with my dick sandwiched between me and the bed. He was sitting straddled on my ass with his hands flat on my shoulder blades and his knees on the bed on either side of me.

This position gave him good leverage and maximum penetration. His weight pushed my cheeks together squeezing his dick tighter in my ass. He didn’t have to move much to massage his dick with my ass using only his hips. Our heat was quickly elevating. My dick, already covered with my cum, was becoming hard and sliding against the bed. I could hear him grunting already.

He leaned back slightly removing his hands from my shoulders and placing his entire body weight on and in my ass. His dick was so tight inside me that he could hardly swivel his hips. Then, he put his hands under my hips, pulling himself into me with all he had before bellowing out, “Here it comes, baby.” I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as it pumped his cum into the condom. “Is that enough for you, honey?”

Within a few seconds of his question, I started to cum myself, letting out a long satisfying moan. To my surprise, he moved his hands from under my waist, leaning down on my back. He wrapped his arms under my body placing his hands on my falsies as he started kissing the back of my neck. His slight forward motion caused, what felt like, an anal orgasm. He must have felt the twitching inside me, also, as he squeezed me tight whispering in my ear, “Hit the spot, did we?”

I must have spasmed three more times afterwards in answer to his last question. He just held me tight in that position for several minutes as my colon relaxed along with his softening shaft inside me. It even felt good as he slowly withdrew from my still warm ass.

As the men got their clothes on, I got up, pulled up my tong, and pulled down my nightie. All, but one of them, gave me a big hug and a kiss as I walked them to the door. This was definitely a night to remember.

The next morning I showered and dressed in a pair of tight jeans, long sleeve light blouse, and flat comfortable shoes. I went to the dining area to have breakfast. A few of the girls sat with me. They complained that they didn’t get any “action” last night. One of them said they thought there were enough men for all of the crossdressers.

I didn’t want to tell them there was or where they all went. Most of them said they weren’t coming back, again. I felt sorry that they didn’t have the support I did from Michelle and Sis. I also realized that there were two types of cross-dressers: full time and part-time. However, I didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t put on their best appearance, either way. Although, I knew I wasn’t going to come back, either, it was a good experience. My journey was no longer becoming Joann, it was being Joann.

 

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Jane is taught about sex from her older sister Joann

After our sex lesson that night, two weeks passed before anything happened. Dad got the flue and the mom got it and so every day when my sister and I came home, there was a parent there. We talked and Joann gave me some ideas on how to get Danny to eat my pussy and still not make me a slut at school. She showed me how to masturbate so I would get the most out of it! She told me how she really wanted to masturbate together and taste my pussy and how she wanted me to lick hers. But, with the...

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Stage Four Of My Journey To Becoming Joann

The next morning I told Sis that I spoke with Bob on the phone, as she suggested, and he invited me over to his apartment on Friday night. I think she was as excited as I was. She said we would have to pick out an outfit tonight when we both got home for the big event. The next day all I could think about at work was Friday night. Toward the end of my shift, my phone buzzed that I had a text message. It was from Bob. My first thought was he had changed his mind. My heart started pounding as I...

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Stage One Of My Journey To Becoming Joann

My name is Joseph and I want to explain how I started on the road to eventually becoming Joann. I grew up with my sister Amanda, who is two years older than me. I have always called her Sis. My father left my mother when I was around sixteen years old and we continued to live in the house. Eventually, my mother had to start working as a bartender in a high-end hotel bar at nights.I still remember my sister prancing around after school in her panties and a nightshirt, exercising our new found...

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Being Joanne

Being Joanne by Meryl Davids "Hi", "Hi back", I said, I'd just got back from work, I hated office work, but we needed the money, for when we got married. Jane was a Nurse. I worked at a bank. I used to work as a Nurse, and loved every minute of it, Jane was just about burned out and wanted to get a Nurse managers job, to get her away from direct patient care. I had joked with her that we should swop jobs, "yeah sure", was all she said. I couldn't help the clearly...

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Seasons Beatings From Joanne

Katherine Wilson sat at the kitchen table staring at the clock on the wall. She was angry. Fuming in fact. She had struggled to cook the family a roast dinner with her broken right wrist and here she was, waiting for them to return from the football match. Her husband and son were late. Not unusual, but this time they were spectacularly late. Nearly two hours after they had promised to be home, they had still not arrived. She had called and texted them but had received no reply. She had sworn...

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Seasons Beatings From Joanne

Katherine Wilson sat at the kitchen table staring at the clock on the wall. She was angry. Fuming in fact. She had struggled to cook the family a roast dinner with her broken right wrist and here she was, waiting for them to return from the football match. Her husband and son were late. Not unusual, but this time they were spectacularly late. Nearly two hours after they had promised to be home, they had still not arrived. She had called and texted them but had received no reply. She had sworn...

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Joanne

In The Park – Part oneThis is a continuation of the exhibitionist adventures of Andrea and Mike as depicted in the 'Carried Away' story which appeared earlier this year. The story is kind of long and it is divided into two parts. I would appreciate all comments.I hope you enjoy the story.Andrea had become increasingly curious about exhibitionism since her experience at the beach with her husband. She surfed a lot of web sites and eventually came upon some personal ads. She ended up e-mailing...

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Joanne

JOANNE By Lorna E. Black CHAPTER 1 MEETING John and Jenny were two people that were very much alike. They were the same age, about the same height and had similar temperaments. In fact you could say they were the ideal couple, but there was only one thing, neither knew each other. As well as that, both were single, and extremely shy, or so that was how the world perceived them. Although they had never met, things were about to change because there were other people with plans for...

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Wife Swapping with Joanne

Kelly is my wife’s best friend, but could I get her into bed?My wife, Joanne, and her best friend, Kelly, met in college and have remained friends for five years. Joanne is a sultry brunette, but Kelly is a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde that I wanted terribly from the moment we met.Kelly and her husband, Jack, came down from New York to Florida for a visit this summer and I could hardly keep my eyes off of Kelly. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes were driving me crazy! But we’d just met, so I knew...

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Nemesis Joanne

Once again I must thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. Without those two wonderful people I don't think I would still be posting. As always I must also add that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. Well we must keep the GPs happy. The alarm function on my phone went off at 8 AM and that galvanised me into action. I jumped out of bed,...

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Saving Water With Joanne

Life was tough at the moment for an 18 year old. Jobs were hard to find and keep, and I was desperate to earn an income and not be reliant on handouts from the government. Then I got a job, not the flashest of ones, it was selling and installing water efficient showerheads. I had to go door to door and try to interest the householder. They were reasonably priced and I had some success. It was a Friday morning and I was about to leave home to scope out a new suburb in my city when my mum...

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Evan und Joanne

Unser zuletzt Geschriebenes wurde abgelehnt, mit der Begründung: enthält echte Erlebnisse. Die Regeln haben wir nie im Detail gelesen, nur, was in der Überschrift steht, also keine Gewalt, nichts, was unter 18 betrifft und kein K9. Haben wir uns natürlich dran gehalten. Umso überraschender also die Ablehnung, da wir von dieser Regel bzgl. echter Erlebnisse nicht wussten, und wir eigentlich genau davon schreiben. Aber vielleicht lag es daran, dass es in Englisch war und dabei möglicherweise...

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Joanne

JoAnne had the fresh scrubbed complexion of a teenager. Her soft brown hair looked equally good in a pageboy, a ponytail or pigtails. She had the nice tight body of a high school cheerleader and at twenty-two she looked like the All-American girl next door. She did not resemble in any way, shape, manner, or form what she really was - an absolute slut. She had been one since she was eighteen when, high on beer following a football game, she had allowed five guys to take her cherry. Everyone in...

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When I first met Joanne

I was home in Melbourne looking over Craigslist seeing what was on for offer. I enjoy pussy and cock so was looking at all the sections and then came across t4m.So had a look and found a advert for a mid 30's tranny wanting a guy to come over for some fun.Now I've enjoyed watching shemale porn and so sent a message. It wasn't too long that I got a response from Joanne.Anyway getting to the chase. I rang the doorbell and I was met by a very attractive woman. She introduced herself as Joanne.We...

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Jason Becomes Joanne

Jason Becomes Joanne By: Joanne Marie Andrews [email protected] Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be a woman, I hated being a man. Woman we're so much more elegant, more slender, and of course beautiful. And finally I had my chance to experience womanhood. I had just finished highschool, and was going to take a year off before going off to college. My parents took this opportunity to take their dream "around the world" trip. They had saved up for this...

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Joanne

It was a lazy summer evening and the sun was just disappearing from the horizon. The Medway town cottage glistened in its last playful rays. The air was humid and hot, heavy with dust, and not a single movement in the air could be felt for the last several hours. Even the trees around seemed silenced. Joanne streched her beautiful legs on the sofa. She was lying there for the past several hours, reading a book. Shorts and the upper part of an old swimming suit were covering her slender body....

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Naked AmazonsChapter 10 More Grief For Annie and Joanne

DAY TWENTY "Lieutenant Moroni! I want you to go and supervise the release of Prisoner Schwartz. Your investigation of the wreck must be postponed until later. Take Brown with you!" Once the couple were away from eagle-eyed Angela's jealous gaze they made up for the hours they had been apart. Then they continued on the short and by now familiar walk to the other side. They walked arm in arm and paused frequently to embrace and kiss. "I'm pretty poor officer material, darling Frieda."...

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Joanna

JoannaHungover from the night before, Chris stumbled out of the shower and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, in search of orange juice. If nothing else, the OJ would quench his first - even if it could do nothing for the pounding in his head. The living room had been a tip the night before, at least, that was how Chris last remembered it. At some point in between then and now, the s**ttered bottles and empty cans had been scooped up. Good, Chris thought dimly - perhaps we can sort this out...

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Pursuing Joanna

Ah yes, she's here again - the girl. I've been watching her for several weeks now. She and her friends hang out at the pool where I live. Several of them must be sub-letting for the summer because there's no way a college student could afford to live here on a regular basis. Then again, who knows? Parents give their k**s everything these days. Of course, I like to give them things too. Just not the things their parents give them, or would likely want them to have. Like the best oral sex of...

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BeingDipped

Being DippedLife can be pretty sweet. Look at me, sitting here in the prime of mylife on a Friday evening watching a movie on my super huge tv with mybeautiful girlfriend by my side. Hell, I don't even like the stupidmovie, but nothing is gonna get me out of this terrific mood."Hey Loverboy, I got a secret sumthin'- sumthin' today from one of myspecial friends," my girl teases in a sing-song way. Cammie and I havebeen pretty close these past few months, and I'm starting to really seeus as a...

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My Lady DA Joanna

Joanna was the Assistant DA who was in charge of prosecuting my case. She was a tall with legs that seemed to go on forever. A neat dresser, she wore tailored suits with skirts a few inches above the knee, collared blouses with a pearl necklace and stockings and heels. All heads in the courtroom turned to watch her when she entered the room or got up to speak during the trial. She was more than just a pretty face and I have no doubts she would have seen that the jury would have convicted me...

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Joanna

This is a follow on to Luciana. It would help if you've read that. Can someone who is not who they were be trusted? Will retracing your steps solve anything, when nothing is the same... and should you try? It is not always possible to walk away even if you want to. The past is always there. There is some darkness, violence and general nastiness... so as before, be forewarned. Apologies if the Italian phrases are not exactly correct. Blame Google. This is a work of adult fiction. ...

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Ridden by Joanna

RIDDEN BY JOANNAPART 1 - RIDING AND SEXMy ex-girlfriend, Joanna, was a professional rider. Horseback riding, pony training, even horse breaking at times were the pleasures she enjoyed much. For a girl born in Montana, having a huge horse farm, that was somewhat natural. Her mother, as well as her younger sister, Ann, were successful equestriennes too. Myself, as a guy born in a huge city, passion for horses was a completely strange feeling. I had no talent for riding and I hated doing things...

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The Neighborhood MILF Joanna

My friend Joanna doesn’t actually qualify as a “Neighborhood Milf” because for one, she doesn’t live in the neighborhood, having moved to Florida right after high school, where she has lived ever since. Two, she can’t really be considered a “Mom I’d like to fuck” because she isn’t a mother. Joanna came out of the closet years ago, and has lived with her lesbian partner for almost thirty years. You would have never never figured this back in high school, where she went out with several guys, and...

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Becoming A Slut Wife Joanna

There once was a time in my life when I would have considered a man who liked watching other men fucking his wife a depraved degenerate asshole. How quickly things can change. It all started when my best friend and I were discussing the sad state of my marriage. The wife and I got along fine, but the passion was gone. We only occasionally had sex and when we did it was like both of us were doing it because we each felt that it was our duty to each other. Anyway, I was telling John my...

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A Trip To Joanns

It had been three months since my wife went away for four days giving me the opportunity to be a free woman. I was missing that wonderful weekend of unbridled sex and cross-dressing. There were no more opportunities on the horizon leaving me quite hopeless. In my despair, I surfed the internet for porn and cross-dressing sites when I came across a site called “Joann’s Shop”. It had the greatest selection of clothing, wigs, undergarments, and breast forms I had ever seen before. They also had...

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John to Joanna

John to Joanna Hi you guys out there. This is the story of an innocent man, a fool with a problem. Yes I say a fool, but by no means an idiot. From a young age I enjoyed wearing Mum's clothes, then when that was not enough and when I decided that my own taste mattered, I bought whatever I wanted. Yes, everyone speaks of the embarrassment of going into a ladies store and buying intimate clothing. I have been doing that since I was about 13 and there is no doubt that the...

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The birth of Joanna

I should start by saying I began dressing when I was 9 or 10, wearing my mothers clothes and most nights I'd taken to sleeping in one of her slips, she had a red, silky one that I absolutely loved wearing. But I'd never gone any further and certainly had never fully dressed or worn makeup. When I was younger I used to visit an Aunty and Uncle of mine every Sunday, probably started around the age of 13. We talked football (I was a keen Newcastle United supporter in those days) and just...

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Call me Joanna

It all happened so long ago now that it seems not only to have been in a different place at a different time but so different as if it almost had never existed. But it did. It all took place in rural southern England in that wonderful time after the war had ended (for us. “the war” meant and still means World War II), in the fading golden afterglow of empire, before unpleasant realities intruded and thrust the world we had known into a new and unfamiliar shape. The revolutions of the...

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Joanna

Joanna. In my last story, I told you how I came to live with Gordon. It is now six weeks later and I have taken to my new life like a mouse finding a hole in the skirting. At first, I thought Gordon was just a kind man satisfying his fetish for a transwoman, but as the weeks went on I found myself just waiting for his car to scrunch on the gravel, telling me that he was home. He liked me to always be in a dress and fully made up, wearing heels. That suited me. Not only was it what I...

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Laura and Joanna

I had begun to feel lonely. I had graduated quite some time back and, true, I had got a job doing accountancy, but I didn't find it satisfying. And I had had to go to a new part of the country where I didn't know anybody. At university, I had had a good number of friends, and from time to time I had gone out with girls, but nothing had become serious. Yes, we had enjoyed each other's company, but somehow that special something needed for a deeper relationship had not been there. Now...

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Beings Beyond gods

It was 6 p.m. thursday night and Andrew and Arielle where just finishing up there daily chores around the Farm and they were both sweating profusely due to their constant work on the farm and it being late May in south Louisiana. Arielle who is a brunette with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes 34DD , her ass was the perfect build right in between flat and bubble like, arms, legs, and stomach would make you think that she's a pro runner for the Olympics all this while still being only 5 feet...

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Being Jim Ch08 Lightning Strikes Twice

The old saying goes that “Lightning never strikes twice in the same place.” I’m not sure how scientific or even true by practical experience that may be but I for one know for certain that in matters of the heart… It’s not true. I’ve for the most part led a very fortunate and blessed life. I grew up in a warm and loving home surrounded by family that both kept me humble and taught me the value of kindness and sincerity. I have made very dear and lasting friendships with...

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Being JimCh07Barbras Wish

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Being Jim Ch09 The Heart Has no Conscience

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Being Gamma

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Being Jim Ch6 Lessons of Life pt1

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Being Jim Ch6 Lessons of Life pt2

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Being Myself with Marian

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Being Jim Ch6 Lessons of Life pt3

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Being myself is good enough for me

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Being Joanna 01

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Being Popular

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Being Husband

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Being Suggestive

As a young college student my life and my dedication to the joys of being a transvestite had become conflicting. I had to put my college classes first, but living off campus made my female life so much more workable on weekends. I now looked at my sexy mini-skirted flirty self in a very different way now that I had discovered that attracting men had a quite enjoyable side. I realized that there were at least some men in the world that I could trust, and I finally felt so free to be the feminine...

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Being Suggestive

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Being The Favorite One

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Being Dipped complete

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Being Trustworthy part II

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Being A Slut

This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as I'm credited as the author, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is...

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