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Randy To Randi by Mahohokus My name is Randy Thomas my father name is Harold my mother's Jane. My father is an independent geologist which means he works for himself traveling around evaluating oil leases for drilling. My mom Jane is a stay at home mom who volunteers for various women's groups in our small town. I have just graduated from high school with no idea what I want to do in life. We live in a small town with the only industries being oil and farming, we have one multi-plex six theaters a small mall on by the freeway with a blighted downtown full of closed businesses. I take after my mother more than my father having her blond hair, thin delicate bone structure and as girls have told me pretty features for a boy. At five foot nine inches tall and one hundred thirty -five pounds I am closer to my mother's five foot seven one hundred twenty-five-pound height and weight than my father's six feet two inches one hundred ninety-five pounds. Me being so skinny my father deemed oil field work not appropriate for me, he said if I was forty pounds heavier, he could get me a job on a drilling rig. "Make a man out of you boy," my father said. Instead my father got a son who drifted to the arts, I had a sound for music, without piano lesson I could replay music by ear. I had a natural talent which I would on occasion perform for friends that had a piano. Dad caught me playing moms piano at home one time, telling me piano playing was for girls and flakey show business people. Because of my piano playing ability I wanted to major in the arts in college. Dad would not here of it. With dad not supporting me majoring in the arts I had decided not to start college in the fall. I figured he would give in by winter allowing me to use the money he controlled in my college fund for me to major in the arts instead. Even with dad's encouragement I had not performed well in sports. It was finally determined after dad dragged me to various doctors that I had a psychological problem with anything moving quickly towards me. My mind would not see the object, thus stopping me form playing team sports like baseball, basketball, tennis and soccer. My thin size made becoming a football or track star out of the question. I had dated a few girls in high school, Kathy the last one had broken up with me on graduation night. Kathy was leaving for a six-week trip to Europe saying dating me was so high school, saying she was ready for a more mature relationship with a college boy. It was a week after graduation; all my friends that I called were either not answering their phones or were out of town. I got into my car to see if anything was happening on Main Street downtown. Cars full of teenagers would cruise Main Street it was like a scene out of the old movie I had seen on T.V. depicting teens cruising in cars in the early 1960's. Tonight, it was dead I had been cruising Main Street for an hour and I did not see anybody I knew. On the far end of Main Street, I pulled into Danny's Drive In and parked. I got out to order a soda, as I was walking through the parking lot, I spotted Peter. Peter was sitting on the fender of a brand-new car; I figured a graduation gift from his grandmother. Peter's family owned one of the larger farms in the area, allowing Peter to be a bad boy in school never caring about grades or school work as his future was assured from the farm. Most of the kids in school stayed away from Peter, the girls thought he was a jerk always groping or leering at them, his six foot- four, two hundred twenty- five-pound frame intimidated the boys making him a loner at school. I was one of the few people who got along with Peter. We had a few classes together and I had helped him pass a history class he was flunking out of in our junior year. "Hey Randy come and check out my new car, I got it for graduating high school." "Get in we'll cruise Main Street, maybe pick up some girls up in my new ride." I got in Peter's car; he started the car pulling on to Main Street. I did not realize that Peter had been drinking until I got in the car, a six pack of beer by my feet. We cruised Main Street until Peter turned down a side street and parked. He reached over and grabbed a beer twisting the bottle top off in his hand. "No girls tonight Randy, I guess?" "I'll have to get sex elsewhere I guess." Peter unzipped his pants, pulled his penis out of his pants. Peter grabbed my head forcing it down on his limp cock. I kept my mouth closed, staring at his limp cock. Peter squeezed my neck hard. "I'll choke you tell you pass out if you don't suck me off." I opened my mouth accepting his cock into it; Peter kept the pressure up on my neck, easing up as I began to suck. Two police cars pulled up in opposite directions as I quickly pulled my head off Peter's cock. Peter put his penis back in his pants quickly zipping them back up. The police officers recognized Peter. One officer put both of us in the back of his police car while one of the other officers got into Peter's car. We were driven out into to the country to an area I was not familiar with. We pulled down a long tree lined road, up to a large house. The officers went inside the house, returning outside after some time. The officers escorted the two of us into the house, sitting us on a sofa in front of an older lady. "Peter what am I going to do about you?" the older lady said. "Grandma, I was only having fun." "From what these officers said it was more than that," she said. "You were caught having sex with a boy." "Grandma it was only a blow Job." "If he were a girl, I'd make you marry him. It's time you settle down Peter," she said "Go to bed I'll take care of this mess you made." "Yes Grandma." Peter walked out of the room leaving me with the police officers and his grandmother. One of the officers asked if she wanted me charged with anything, with Peter 's grandmother saying no. "Officers just leave him here, I'll see that he's taken care of, you can go." The officers left with me sitting on the sofa in front of Peter's grandmother. "What's your name boy?" she asked. "Randy Thomas," I replied. "Are you Harold Thomas's son?" "Yes" I replied. She told me to call her Mrs. G it was easier than pronouncing her long Italian name, everybody on the farm called her Mrs. G. Mrs. G escorted me to a room in the back of the house telling me I could stay here tonight. "Take a shower before you get in bed," Mrs. G said. I took a shower in the attached bathroom to the bedroom, when I tried to open the door to the hallway, I discovered that it was locked from the outside, keeping me in. I had a hard time sleeping; wondering what would happen to me. How did she know my father? How much trouble was I in? In the morning I tried my door again still finding it locked, there was a tray of food sitting on a table for me to eat. I used a microwave oven in the sitting room, attached to the bedroom to reheat my breakfast. I could hear my parent's voices coming through a vent in the wall but I could not make out what they were saying. The conservation went on for some time with raised voices coming through the vent on occasion. Finally, after nearly an hour the voices ended. My mother opened the locked door, walking into the room, she closed the door behind her the sound of the lock being engaged as she sat down beside me. I could tell by looking at her face that she had been crying, she took a minute to compose herself, staring at me the whole time. "Randy what were you thinking, when you got in that car with Peter?" "Nothing mom, I just accepted a ride from Peter in his new car, really mom." "Well it's too late now." "Things are out of my hands." "The drilling contracts with Mrs. G. are worth more to your father, than you are," mom said. "What does that mean mom?" "I don't have the heart to tell you Randy." "You won't like the changes you'll have to make." "Just remember I love you." "And when the changes are done." "Maybe you can forgive me enough, to let me back in your life," mother said. She got up walked to the door knocked twice, I heard the lock engage, the door opened and mom walked out. Later in the day I heard the lock to the door engage, the door opened, Judy Jones walked into the room. I had dated Judy before Kathy, the hatred in her eyes still evident towards me for dumping her for Kathy. "Hello Randy!" "So nice to see you again." "I'm supposed to give you a spa treatment before you meet with Mrs. G today." "Hi, Judy," I said. Thinking silence, the best approach with Judy I said nothing else. I follow Judy to another room in the house. It was sat up like a lady's beauty parlor. I had broken up with Judy because she was working at a beauty parlor in town learning cosmetology, between working late every night, weekends and school work, it left little time for a relationship with me in her life. Judy handed me a robe to put on, telling me to change into it in the bathroom and to return wearing only the robe and nothing else underneath. I changed in the bathroom, walked out, took the seat that Judy pointed to by the sink. She shampooed my hair, putting a rinse in afterwards. Judy next had me take a salon seat where she styled my hair. Judy attended to my nails, filing, shaping, buffing and finally putting a clear coat of polish on my fingernails. Judy gave me a pedicure, again coating my toenails in a clear coat of polish. It felt strange looking down at my toes with a spreader between them. While my nails were drying Judy pulled out a laser device setting it on the counter "Randy this will work better removing the hair from your face than simple shaving." These were the first words Judy had said to me. Judy covered my eyes and proceeded to perform laser hair removal on my face. Judy spent extra time on my working on my eyebrow area for some reason. With my nails dry Judy had me remove the robe and lay face down on a massage table. Judy took a pumice stone to my feet and elbows removing dead skin until both had a pinkish glow. The laser was again used to remove hair from my backside. Judy spent an extra-long time working on the area around my butt cheeks. "Randy roll over." "I will not." You'll see my male parts," I said "Randy you've got nothing I've not seen before." "And from what I remember, it's no larger than my ten-year-old brothers," Judy said I did not move. "Randy there's four other ladies in the house if you don't roll over, I'll get them to help." "Now roll over before I get help and strap you down," Judy said Not wanting to be seen nude in front of the women in the house I rolled over for Judy. Judy went to work on my front side, removing the hair with the laser. Judy spent extra time on the hair around my male nipples removing all of it. Judy next shaped the hair around my crotch shaping it into the classic female triangle. Judy next removed all the hair on my legs. Judy escorted me to a steam room for a steam. "You need to open up the pours of your skin Randy, so spend thirty- minutes in the steam room," Judy said. After the steam Judy finished by giving me a full body massage, applying plenty of body lotion in the process. Mrs. G walked in just as Judy was finishing massaging the lotion. "Did Judy do a good job Randy?" "Or would you like me to get somebody else for your next spa treatment?" Mrs. G asked me. "Judy's fine," I replied. I was embarrassed enough with Judy, allowing another girl that intimate contact with me in the beauty parlor was out of the question. "Judy you can come back in two days for Randy's next treatment," Mrs. G said. Judy left with me standing with my backside naked to Mrs. G, she handed me the robe. I quickly put the robe on only then turning to face Mrs. G. "Randy let's talk," Mrs. G said. "Peter has been a disappointment to me." "He spends most of his time embarrassing the family with his antics." "Now he's caught having sex with a boy in a car." "He needs a woman's touch to settle him down." "None of the respectable girls I have tried to set him up with since his parents died want anything to do with him." "Maybe you can settle him down after you're properly prepared," Mrs. G said. "But I'm a boy," I said "For now," Mrs. G said. "What does that mean," I asked. "We'll change that." "Then you can make Peter the respectable grandson I need to run the farm." she said. I was in shock! I hit Mrs. G, running out of the room dressed in the robe. I ran through the house looking for boys' clothes so I could make my escape. The few rooms that I had opened downstairs had only had women's clothes in them. Having no underwear, I pulled a pair of women's panties on, they felt funny as I pulled them up my hairless legs. The women's jeans I found in the closet would not snap closed on my larger waist, while my smaller bottom swam in the seat. Wearing the robe for a shirt, holding the women's jeans up with one hand, wearing girls pink flip flops I had found in the closet, I made my escape out an unlocked door. I ran as fast as I could in no particular direction. After running for some time, I realized I was in the middle of nowhere, all I saw were fields of farm crops in all directions. Standing up I would be spotted so I hid in a corn field with stalks taller than me. I spent a hot night in the corn field. I figure the temperature never dropped below eighty degrees. With the daytime temperature over one hundred degrees when I left the house, running for I don't know how many miles, spending a hot night in a corn field. I was hot, thirsty, dirty and hungry. I waved down a pick-up truck with a farm worker inside. He spoke Spanish with a few broken words of English. "My name Juan," he said "Me Randy," I said "Thirsty" Having never learned Spanish I pointed towards his ice chest Juan pulled it open offering me a large water bottle. Juan picked up the mike and spoke to someone on the truck radio in Spanish. We drove in the opposite direction than I had fled from. Juan drove down a couple of different farm roads stopping at a field. Juan got out, removed a long metal rod from back of the truck and used it to open a valve to let water in the field. I figured I might be luck. Juan might be what my friends who worked on farms called an irrigator. Someone who opens and closes valves to water fields, Juan might work for a private company hired to water the fields. My luck ran out when Mrs. G pulled up in big Lincoln town car with her two maids. Mrs. G spoke to them in Spanish. My hands and feet were quickly tie- wrapped while I was loaded into the car. "You have disappointed me dear." "Do not do it again." "You have forced me to move up my plans." "After a few procedures, you will not want to escape," Mrs. G said. I quietly sobbed on the drive back to the house. I was taken to a room I had not been in before. The room was sterile with white tiles and operating equipment. My clothes were removed. The two women washed me off with soap and water. They dried me off with a towel, placing me on the operating table. My arms were strapped down, my legs were spread and placed in some metal things at the end of the table. I would learn much later that my feet were placed in stirrups used mainly for female pelvic exams. A lady walked in wearing a nurse's dress with a surgical mask on she inserted an I.V. releasing the clamp on the bottle as she put a mask over my face. I awoke to the sound of my mother's voice. "Wake up dear." "Randi." "Dear, wake up, mother's here. I slowly opened my eyes to my mother's voice. "Okay, mom." I'm awake." My voice sounded funny to me, softer, higher pitched. Almost the same pitch as my mothers. "My voice sounds funny mom." "Yes, I know dear," mother said. I did a sweep with my voice; I started as low as I could go. I almost didn't get the chord. My voice which had been a tenor was at least two octaves higher. No matter how hard I tried I could not get my voice to go lower. I did another sweep upwards with my voice; it took me well into the soprano range! I now had a female speaking voice; and it was for life. Mom had just sat, watching me use my new voice without saying anything. She could see and hear my frustration in me with my girlish voice. "There have been other more profound changes done to you Randi," mom said. "Like what? " I said in my girlish voice. "You now have a girl's body." mom said. She pulled the covers down off me. I was wearing a sheer girl's nightgown, pink in color with lace trim. The top of the nightgown was tented out by breasts! The nipples clearly visible under the nightgown! The nipples were button sized, with dark red areola underneath. The breasts were not large, perhaps average size for a girl my age but to me they looked huge. I started hyperventilating. The shocks of having breasts were too much. "Calm down Randi." "You'll pass out if you keep this up and it won't change anything." Mom held me in her arms until I calmed down, she did not release me until my sobs stopped. Mom stood up and pulled the rest of the covers down to my feet. I was just staring at my new breasts, my longer hair caressing my exposed nipples through the sheer fabric. Mother grabbed my arms forcing me to sit up in bed. I moved my eyes from staring at my new breasts to looking into mom's face. Mom grabbed my legs and spun me around in bed. Mom let go of my legs so I was now sitting in bed with my legs on the floor. My bottom was much larger, my waist narrower. My legs below the thigh length nightgown had lost their male definition. They were now soft and feminine. Mom helped me to stand. Mother walked with me across the room. Walking felt funny my whole center of gravity was different. I now moved from the hips instead of the shoulders. I stopped a couple of times trying to change the way I walked. Each time I started out my hips would lead the same way. I now walked with swaying hips the same as other girls. My moving breasts were disorienting also. Each step reminded me that I now had them. How did girls get used to walking with them? I guess I would now find out first hand. We stopped in front of a full-length mirror. Mother had me lift my arms over my head as she pulled the nightgown off over me. "It's true." "It's true mom!" "I really am a girl; I really am a girl" I said. "Yes, you are dear." "Just like me," mom said. I had on lace trimmed pink bikini panties. They fit tight and flat against my crotch. My pubic hair and vaginal lips clearly visible through the sheer panties. "Am I really a girl just like you, mom," I asked. "Yes, dear you are," mom said. Mom slowly pulled her dress and slip over her head, reached back unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. She stood next to me so we could compare our bodies. She was the same height as me in heels. We had similar sized breasts, the same curves at our waists and bottoms. In the mirror moms' feminine mound was clearly visible under her hose and panties. Anybody looking at us would clearly see that we were mother and daughter. It was the first time I had seen my mother nude since I was a little boy. "We do look alike," I said "Yes, we do," mother said. Mother quickly redressed in her clothes. Mother opened a drawer and removed a pink bra matching my panties. The bra had the same lace trim around the edges as the panties. Mother handed me the bra telling me to put it on as I would now need its support. I had never put on a bra before; I fumbled with the clasp in the rear, mother just watched me struggling. "All girls have trouble hooking bras at first," mother said. "I had no trouble unhooking my girlfriend's bras," I said. "Hooking the clasp is much harder when you can't see it," mother said. I finally managed to get it hooked it seemed tight in places and loose in other places. "That bras out of adjustment Randi let me help you adjust it." Mom adjusted the straps on the bra showing me how to adjust them in the future. "Are you hungry Randi?" Mom said. "Yes mom," I answered Mom pulled a pink robe out of the closet handing it to me to put on. I guess pink was going to become my new color. "Why am I still at the farm, mom?" I asked Now that I had gotten over the shock of waking up being female, I realized that I was still at the farmhouse in the same bedroom that Mrs. G had put in that fate full day. "The farm offers a secluded place to educate you in feminine skills you will now need. I don't want a daughter who looks and acts like a boy in a dress Randi," mom said as we walked out of the room towards the kitchen in on the side of the house. I remind silent as I followed mom into the kitchen. I took a chair at the kitchen table as mom walked into the kitchen preparing me breakfast. Mom had always prepared my meals in the kitchen dad saying that I did not have to learn kitchen skills as that was woman's work "Randi, get up and help me in the kitchen I expect you to help me or Mrs. G's staff in the kitchen from now on." "Even little girls are taught how to help in the kitchen." "Now that you're a girl you have much to learn," mother said. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. Mom had me put an apron on over my robe telling me to do so in the future to protect my clothes. Mom she showed me where to find the cooking utensils as she gave me my first lesson on cooking bacon and eggs. As we were sitting and eating at the kitchen table mom pulled a file out of a drawer near the table. The file contained a list of procedures that had been performed on me in the last year! Mom started reading the cover sheet out loud. "Randi you had Facial Feminization Surgery to give you a feminine face." "Your male brow above the eyes was shaved down, your hair line was lowered your nose feminized, and your jaw reduced to female proportions." I felt my face as she said that. "Mom My face does feel different; my nose does feel smaller." I had subconsciously noticed the difference in my face when I had looked in the mirror but with the other changes like breasts, and my flat feminine crotch, I had quickly forgotten about my face. "Your vocal cords were tightened to give you a feminine voice." "Your Adams Apple was reduced giving you a smooth neck," mom said. I felt my neck; it was now soft and smooth. "Hormones were administrated making your skin softer, your body rounder." "Because of the hormones you are now weaker; your arm muscles are smaller, your legs shapelier," mom said. I looked at hands where the skin on hands used to be wrinkled and rough; they were soft and smooth. Where before you could see the defined muscles on my arms, now all I saw was soft supple arms. "Your breasts were developed through hormones and implants." "The implants were performed through the belly button leaving no scars," mom said. I reached inside my bra to feel my breasts to see if I could feel the implants. My breasts were tender and sensitive to the touch. "Take your hands out of the bra Randi." "It's not lady like to play with your breasts" mom said. Mom had a dirty look on her face like I had done something perverted. Mom saw the strange look on my face. "Randi, I forget that you have not always been a girl so I'll cut you a little slack this time but remember that girls do not play with themselves in public." "Other girls will think you're a pervert. Men will think it's a come on which could get you raped." "Yes mom, I'll remember to be more careful." Mom continued reading the paper. "Liposuction was performed to reduce your waist." "Your pelvis was broken, stretched and put in feminine alignment to give you wider hips," mom said. "Mom what is feminine alignment?" I asked. Mom looked through the folder for a minute until she found a page. "Feminine alignment is aligning the hips tilting inward in the front side. It makes sitting with legs together or crossed feel natural." I was sitting with my legs together without thinking about it. Like all boys I normally sat with my legs apart. Before sitting with my legs together felt funny now it felt fine. "The sex on your birth certificate and driver's license has been change to female. Your name has been changed to the female spelling of Randi, with the I on the end instead of the male Y. With breakfast over mom had me clean and wash the dirty dishes a new first for me. I found mom in my bedroom waiting for me. "Did you get the dishes washed and put away young lady," mom asked? "Yes mom," I answered. "I'll check later to see you did a proper job." Mom had always babied me when I was a boy, letting me get away with things. I was learning that dynamics between us had changed now that I was female. She was asserting her dominance over me as mother do to daughters. "Randi another lesson, I have to pee, as a girl you have to be more careful in your bathroom habits." "You mean sit, mom, I already know that," I asked "Yes, Randi you now have to sit or squat. But you have to be more careful with your sanitary habits afterwards." "You need to wipe excess urine off your bottom now." "When you poop you have to remember to wipe front to back." "If you wipe the wrong way you could get poop in your vagina which could cause a nasty infection." "Yes, mom I'll remember," I said. I got a horrid look on my face. I would now have a use for feminine products I had seen advertised on T.V. I used to laugh at the commercials thinking I would never have feminine itch, odor, or a vaginal infection. I might find out firsthand about wings, pads and how to douche now. Mom came out of the bathroom, "time to get you dressed Randi." "Take off that robe and hang it back in the closet." I removed the robe and hung it up on a hanger as mother pulled a light sundress out of another closet. The sundress was white in color with pink floral print on it. Mother had me change my pink bra. The new pink bra with narrower bra straps. I pulled the sundress on over my head; it had spaghetti straps leaving my bra straps showing. The dress left a lot of leg showing coming to mid-thigh. Girls white sandals with thin straps and a buckle completed the outfit. As I bent over to buckle the straps mom stopped me. "Randi, when you bend over like that your showing the world your panties. It looks most unladylike, showing your panties in public. I got red with embarrassment; as she swatted my bottom, with her hand. "Sit down in a chair. Make sure to sweep your dress under your rear as you sit. Cross your legs. Then tighten the buckle to your shoes." "Much more ladylike," mom said. I did what she asked to her scarification. "Move to the chair by the make-up table and I'll assist you in your make-up," mother said. I moved to the make-up table making sure to sweep my dress under me as I sat, sitting with my legs together in a ladylike manner. I had been playing with my half inch long oval fingernails ever since I woke up this morning. I had never allowed my fingernails to get this long. I had chewed my fingernails until Judy had given me fingernail clippers to stop the practice saying it was gross. Mother picked up a bottle of pink polish shaking it up and painting one fingernail. "Randi it's your turn to finish painting the rest of your nails," mother said. After a few tries and a couple of mess ups, where I had to remove the polish, with remover, I now had ten polished pink fingernails. Mother sat in a chair next to me, had me turn around towards her, she picked up my feet, removed my sandals, put my feet in her lap, put a spreader between my toes and painted my toes that same pink color. "I polished your toes this time, next time you'll have to do it yourself, she said." "I'll expect you to check for chips in your nails morning noon and night. If you have any chips, I'll expect you to repair them." "And I will be checking," mom said. Mom next did my make-up giving me what she called a day look instead of a night look. She only used a small amount of make-up which highlighted my natural beauty. Mom took the time to explain what she was doing, as I would have to apply my own make-up tomorrow. We finished the make-up lesson with mom giving me some lipstick. Telling me to apply it myself after I watched her reapply some to her lips. It took me a few tries to apply the lipstick; mom was very patient, not scolding me at my clownish first attempts. I felt a pressure in my bladder telling mom that I had to pee. "Be sure to sit and remember what I told you about the proper way to wipe if you poop dear," mom said. I walked into the bathroom shut the door, walked to the toilet, stood in front of it out of habit. As I reached down in all I felt was my dress and flat crotch. I felt around for a fly, thinking I had a long tee shirt on. Not finding a fly, I looked down, my breasts obstructed my view, I brought my hands up reaction viewing my pink nails. I finally made the connection and brought myself out of autopilot. "I'm a girl now," I said out loud. I lifted the lid to the toilet, leaving the seat down, pulled my dress up with one hand while I reached down with my other hand to pull my panties down. I could not pull my panties down with one hand over my wider hips. I finally had to let go of my dress and panties. I now reached down pulled the dress up with both hands, pulled the panties down to my knees. The dress dropped back down as I pulled the panties down. I Pulled the hem of the dress back over my larger rear, finally being able to sit on the toilet. I still reached down out of habit to hold my penis as I sat on the toilet finding nothing but my flat crotch. Finding nothing caused me to react by letting my bladder go. The pee seemed to be coming out of the wrong place, it came out faster than before, in a larger stream splashing into the toilet bowel. The urine stream slowed to a few dribbles. I unwrapped some toilet tissue from the roll to dry my wet bottom. I now understood why women wiped after peeing; having a wet bottom was most uncomfortable. Looking down seeing my dress pulled up, with pink panties at my knees again brought me out of autopilot. It felt really weird wiping with my hand not finding my penis and balls. My hands now rested against my sensitive vaginal lips; The feeling so different than before. I stood up pulled my panties backup tight against my crotch, letting my dress drop around my thighs, remembering to wash my hands as I left the bathroom. Mom now had me help her make lunch. After lunch, washing and drying the dishes. I walked with mother to the bathroom to repair my make-up. In the mirror, with her help the damage was repaired. My lessons on femininity started again, mom had me put on pantyhose, I now understood why the girls in school would not wear hot nylons in summer. Two weeks later mom had me dress up extra nice one morning in a pretty short sleeve, light blue dress coming again to mid-thigh. The matching shoes had one-inch heels. I did my own make-up that morning; I was becoming faster applying make- up after taking over an hour in my first attempts I had managed to cut the time down to fifteen minutes. Mrs. G arrived around noon just in time for me to make lunch for her and entourage. There was Mrs. G her friends Mrs. Shelton and Mrs. Cook, with Mrs. G two maids. The maids helped me prepare the food with them speaking Spanish the whole time pointing at me to take things to the table. After lunch I helped the maid's cleanup the dishes. I found out that they were mother and daughter. Sophia being the mother and Maria being the daughter, they had come to work for Mrs. G from Mexico, harvesting crops in her fields. When the harvest had finished Mrs., G had hired them as domestic help for the house. They had learned English form Mrs. G. and were now instructed to teach me Spanish. I found out my fate later that afternoon when I met with mother and Mrs. G. I was to spend some time at the farm learning domestic duties and Spanish from the maids, taking piano lessons, and learning about farming from Mrs. G. Mother would come by once a week to visit me. Mrs. Bayless a kindly old lady arrived the next day to give me piano lessons. She would come by twice a week to give me lessons. She started by instructing me on how to read sheet music and playing the piano afterwards. The days Mrs. Bayless was not here Mrs. G had Maria time me for my one hour of practicing the piano. Maria started my Spanish lessons by having me watch the news each day on the local Spanish language T.V. station. Maria and Sophia would speak Spanish as I helped them cook and clean the house each day teaching me the words as I helped them. Mrs. G would take me take me in her car around the farm showing me different crops, explaining planting times, harvesting times and how to run the farm Judy arrived a week later to give me my spa treatment; I had forgotten about Judy, her showing up brought back my embarrassment at being changed into a girl. "Randi strip those clothes off so I can check you for any un wanted male hair," Judy said. I left to go to the bathroom to change out of my clothes. "Randi you can do it here." "I've seen naked girls before!" "You've got nothing to hide from what I'm told we now have the same equipment." I bowed my head in shame and said, "It's true Judy I'm a girl now, I have the same equipment as you." I pulled the dress and slip over my head, putting it on a table, I unhooked my bra freeing my breasts as I put the bra on the table. I reached down pulling my lace trimmed panties off one leg than the other, standing in front of Judy totally nude. "It's true." "You really are a girl" as Judy clasped both hands to her mouth squealing in delight. I held one arm covering my breasts while I covered my feminine mound with my other hand, tears running down my cheeks. "Put those hands down at once there no need of feminine modesty in front of me," Judy said. Judy had me lay face down on the massage table as she checked my backside for stray hairs and callous skin. Judy ran her hands up the back of my legs caressing them in various spots marveling how soft and shapely they had become. Judy spent extra time spreading the cheeks of my butt checking it for unwanted hair. "A girl does not want a hairy ass like a guy as she checked it." Judy had me roll over on my front side. She ran her hand over my face. "Such a soft girlish face." "No one could tell that you once had ugly male hair on it," Judy cupped my left breast tweaking my nipple with her finger. "Normal female reaction," Judy said as my nipple became erect. "You'll love having boys, suck and play with your nipples," Judy said. Judy looked at my crotch. "Feminine pubic hair patch." "Bring your knees up and spread your legs," she said. I did not move; Judy twisted my nipple causing me to gasp in pain. "You may not have balls any longer, Randi but you've got breasts now and girl's breasts are very sensitive." "Now spread those legs before I twist, your nipple again," Judy said. I opened my legs allowing Judy to get a good look. Judy picked up a small hand mirror putting it between my legs so I could see. "I'll give you a tour of your girl parts." "They are not as easy to see as your body parts used to be," Judy said. "See that little nub at the top!" "That's your clitoris." "That's the girl part that will make you squeal in delight," she said. "The next thing below is the urethra, that's where your urine comes out," Judy said. "And that opening below," I asked. "Your vagina!" Judy said. Judy removed the hand mirror and told me to put the pink smock on. Judy washed my hair and then had me sit in the styling chair as she trimmed my hair. "Who did your make-up," Judy asked "I did," I replied. "Mother taught me." "It looks nice but I could make a couple of suggestions to give you a younger look." "Randi your mother is not up on the latest young adult look," Judy said. Judy proceeded change my make-up giving me a younger look. Judy went to her car bring back a stack of women's and young girls' magazines for me. Since I had nothing else to read in my free time, I read the magazines. At first, I was not interested in the articles merely looking at the pictures, paying attention to make-up tips. Pretty soon, the boredom of not leaving the farm, I started reading the articles in the magazines finding I could to relate to the girls in them. Girls and women had always been a mystery to me; at first, I was shy around girls. I still felt like a boy in the girl's room when I first woke after the sex change but as my time increased around other girls, I became more comfortable, my actions became more feminine. I woke up each morning in a girl's world. Girls were no longer a mystery to me. Judy became more of a friend as I became more feminine, she became my best friend, we would discuss, clothes, shoes, make-up and hair styles as well as other issues. When I developed a pain in my side and I had to pee all the time, Judy told me I probably had a bladder infection. I told Mrs. G I had a bladder infection, she had a lady doctor come out to farm and check me, her name was Doctor Johnson she was Gynecologist, a lady's doctor. She checked me having me pee into a bottle for a urine sample. It was much easier peeing into a bottle as a guy than as a girl, peeing was definitely more of a hassle as a girl. When the tests came back, I had a bladder infection. I was put on light duty with all the women in the house giving me knowing glances every time I went to the bathroom. One time when mother was visiting me at the farm, I complained to her I was having an itching in my vaginal area. Mom had me walk with her to the salon room where she had me take my panties off and pull my dress up. I laid on the exam table with my legs in the stirrups so mom could look at my pelvic area. "You have a yeast infection Randi," mom said. "Wait here, I'll be right back," she said Mom returned with a tube of cream telling me to put it in my vagina after reading the instructions. I followed the instructions for the next two weeks applying the cream until the itching cleared up. In talking to both Maria and Sophia they had both had yeast infections. Mom had got the cream form Sophia, handing her a new tube the next time she visited. The season had changed with me still at the farm. Mother had visited at Christmas without father. Moms presents to me were more girls' outfits and shoes. I had made homemade chocolates for her. We had celebrated in my room as I was not allowed out if men were in the house. I had not seen a male person since waking up female. I could not understand what Judy, Sophia and Maria saw in men? I listened to the ladies discuss men; their small tight butts, deep voices, broad shoulders, washboard abs with hard bodies. I would learn soon enough what women saw in men. Extra help had been brought in for the annual New Year's party on the farm. I expected to be locked in my room again but I was surprised when Mrs. G brought me a wrapped box. She handed me the box. Opening the box, it contained the most beautiful formal gown I had ever seen. "Randi you're going to the New Year's Eve party." "I expect you to look beautiful in your new formal gown," Mrs. G said. "Mrs. G it's absolutely beautiful," as I held it up to me in front of the full-length mirror in my room. After six months I was finally going to be released from my prison. I was well treated at the farm but I yearned to return to the outside world. The next day New Year's Eve I helped in the kitchen preparing the meal for the formal dinner. After lunch I was picked up by mom, my first time off the farm since that night with Peter. As I sat in the car with mom, I noticed the changes in downtown as we drove to the salon that Judy worked at. The changes in downtown were not as noticeable as the changes I had undergone as I felt the hem of my skirt. I had been male, a boy the last time I was downtown. I was cruising for girls in my car the night I accepted a ride from Peter. Now as a girl I now noticed the holiday directions in more detail. I noticed the other women and girls walking down the streets not as a male would but as a female would. I was looking at other girl's hair styles, how they were dressed, how handsome some of the men looked dressed for the holidays. We arrived at the salon; I would have to wait in the waiting area until Judy finished the lady's hair, she was styling. I did not feel out of place in a salon full of women I picked up a women's magazine reading the story on different make-up styles for different skin tones. A delivery guy walked in with a box and a clip board, I was distracted from the magazine by his deep voice, the first male voice I had heard in six months. I caught the glances of the other women checking him out. I thought to myself he does have a cute butt and sexy voice. I spied mom checking out his butt, when I looked up hearing his voice. "Mother," I said. "Well he does have a cute tush," mom said. I just giggled in agreement as I nodded my head. What had happened to me I had never checked out guy's behinds before and I definitely never thought of men's voices as being sexy. As I mentioned this to Judy as she was styling my hair she giggled in agreement. "Ralph the delivery guy is such a cutie." "All the girls the girls in the salon just love him," Judy said. "But Judy that's not how I'm supposed to feel," I said. "Why because you were a guy?" "Get over it, you're a girl now." "And girls like boys," "Girls check out guys just as hard as guys check out girls." "Were just more overt about it." "Smiling at guys could get us raped or assaulted; we have to be more discreet," Judy said. "Judy, I guess I'm starting to see what women see in men, one thing I do know is that women don't do it for me any longer." "Only time will tell if guys do now," I said. I found mother waiting for me in the reception area at the salon to drive me back to the farm. We walked out together to the car, as we drove off, I noticed that we were heading in the wrong direction to the farm. "Mother where are we going?" "Home dear," mother said. It was the first time that I had been home since that fateful night. "Will dad be there?" "Yes dear, later" "What will he say?" "That he has a beautiful daughter," Mother said. Dad had always rejected me as a son not being manly enough. I now trembled in the car on how he would accept me as a girl, his daughter. We arrived at home the house still looked the same from the outside; not so in the inside all the pictures of me that used to grace the wall showing me growing up as a young boy were gone from the walls. I made my way towards my room opening the door in trepidation! All my things were gone, my childhood possessions gone! My room looked like a guest room. The bed was the same. The shelving the same. Upon the bed rested my formal gown and lingerie. The items of female clothing on my bed brought home how much things had changed. My childhood possessions could be returned; but my male hood could not; as I looked at my changed female reflection in the mirror. I heard bath water running in the bathroom. "Randi your bath is ready." "Make sure not to get your hair wet or ruin your make-up." "Yes mom." I had always taken a shower at home when I was a boy. I walked into the bathroom and sat down to pee without even thinking, realizing how normal it had become to sit. I removed my dress and underwear leaving a pile on the floor. I sat in the bathwater washing my female body. Tears came to my eyes; I had not cried in a long time over my lost boyhood. Coming home brought up those emotions. If I were still a boy, I would have masturbated to relieve my tension. I had masturbated in the bathroom or my bedroom many times when I was a boy to relieve tension. I had not done so since becoming a girl. At first, I was too embarrassed to touch my female sex. Treating it like it might bite me. Now sitting at home in my bathroom, tensed up, at meeting my father later for the first time as a girl, I sought masturbation as a release. I brought one hand to my nipple, cupping and caressing it to erection. I brought my other hand to crotch as I spread my legs. It unnerved me for a second; I would now have to spread my legs like any female to reach my sex. So unmasculine. I brought my finger to my clitoris. Remembering it was the little button at the top of my vulva from Judy's tour of my new anatomy. Touching my clitoris was so different than holding a penis in my hand. I used a light touch on my clitoris; finding it much better than the rough method I had used on my penis. The gentle manipulation of my clitoris and nipples started feeling good! Very good! I started feeling turned on. But with no male erection it was harder to gage. A heat started emanating from my crotch area encompassing my whole body. I reached a peak. I started vocalizing with a feminine squeal and thrashing about. I had reached my first female orgasm. I had never felt the need to vocalize or thrash about when I was male. In my male orgasm my penis would enlarge from direct stimulation until it would spurt cum. The feeling in my body as a male was localized in the crotch area. Now my whole body was involved in the orgasm so different than before. I would have to ask Judy the next time I saw her, if this was a normal experience for a girl. Mom knocked on the door telling me it was time to get ready. I got up out of the bathwater, gently patting myself dry. I remember drying myself when I was male with a towel, if I tried to dry my soft skin that way now, my skin would be rubbed raw. I checked my make-up in the mirror as I wrapped my towel around me in the feminine wrap women use for covering breasts and crotch from view. I had always thought that women looked sexy with a towel wrapped around their bodies. The towel barely covering their boobs and the crotch, looking like they were wearing a mini skirt showing off their sexy legs. The reflection looking back showed that I was now that sexy girl reflected in the mirror. I walked down the hallway to my room where mother was waiting for me. "You look refreshed Randi." "Yes mother." "Shall we get you dressed?" "It always easier if another woman helps another get dressed in a formal gown," mom said "And when we finish you can come to my room to help me get dressed." Mother had never asked me to help her get dressed before, but then I had never been a girl before. Mother helped me get dressed and I helped her in her room. We repaired our make-up in her mirror and then went into the living room to wait for father to come home. I sat with mother in the living room waiting for father to come home. The nervous tension was starting to get to me and I asked mother if I could play the piano as I moved and sat down on the stool and started playing. I did not hear father come in as I was in the middle of playing a song. I heard his booming voice above my playing. "I see that my son the drag queen has mastered the piano," father said. "She has," mother said. "She not a drag queen." "Only boys can be drag queens and she's not a boy anymore," mother said. "I don't care what you say Jane he or she will always be my sissy son," father said. "Stand up Randi and come over here," mother said. I stood up and walked over to mother, standing in front of her. "Does this look like the body of a drag queen or a woman?" Mother asked. "I don't care how it looks it still got boy parts underneath," father said. Mother proceeded to unfasten, and then unzip my dress letting it fall to the floor along with my slip. I was now standing in my bra, garter belt, nylons and panties. Mother unhooked the bra letting it fall on top of the dress at my ankles. "Harold does these looks like the breasts of a drag queen or a woman?" Mother said. "Their fake I've seen drag queens wear fake breasts that look real," father said. Mother tweaked one of my nipples bringing it to erection as my areola darkened in color. "Harold is that the reaction you get with fake breasts?" Dad next looked at my panted crotch. "Where'd you hide your penis son," dad asked. "She doesn't have one," mother said. "I don't believe it," dad said. "I've seen where drag queens can tuck to hide their penis," dad said. Mother next brought her hand to my vulva massaging my vaginal lips until they could be plainly seen through my panties. "Harold is that the crotch of a drag queen or a woman?" Mother asked. From the visible reaction in fathers' trousers, his growing erection he chooses not to answer. Father left the room with an embarrassed look on his face. I stood with my clothes around my ankles with tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry I had to do that Randi." "The only way to stop your father from treating you like a drag queen was to prove to him that you have a female body." Mother helped me redress and she repaired the damage my crying had done to the make-up. "Do you think he'll accept me now mother?" "You've got a better chance now that he knows you're female than you did when he thought you were a drag queen," mother said. I sat down at the piano and started playing while I waited for dad to dress to go to the New Year's party at the farm. Dad dressed and returned and apologized for treating me so cruelly. "Randi I was not aware to the full extent of changes you had occurred while you were gone, I had left the details to your mother and Mrs. G." "I can see now that they have turned you into a pretty woman which seems to suite you, from what I can see." I was surprised and started to cry again. "Randi stop it." "You'll have to repair your make-up again," mother said. I was crying because that was the first time that I had received any acceptance from my father. It was also the first time that my father had ever apologized to me. The drive to the farm was much more relaxed, the tension that I had been feeling since arriving home to meet father since my sex change had disappeared. We parked and made our way to the converted barn behind the farm house. It looked like an old-time farm barn from the outside but the inside had been converted into a large hall with all the modern conveniences you would expect. It had a modern kitchen, flooring, walls, sound system and large restroom facilities. Long tables were set up on one side of the hall with the head table having name tags. A buffet line was setup near the open kitchen with a wet bar. The serving line at the buffet was closed until nine at night. The other side of the hall was set up with a dance floor with a raised area for the band. I found my name on a tag at the head table. I would be sitting near Mrs. G across from Peter. I thought it unusual that my parents would not be sitting at same table. I sat on a chair away from my parents and when the band started to play, I was approached by a number of men and boys to dance. At first, I refused but then I accepted an offer from a nicely dressed young man to dance. It was the first time that I had danced with a boy and I found myself falling into my old male role when dancing. This caused problems, women were supposed to follow not lead. Finally, after being stepped on a few times in my heels, I copied the movements of other girls on the dance floor. I was not used to the role of the pursued and I found myself having to move the hand of my partner on the dance floor more than once in a slow dance when he tried to feel me up with his roving hands. I found myself conflicted on how to respond to his advances; I liked it, but I didn't like it. It was something new for me; I had lived in a total female world for the last six months without men. I had just finished a dance and sat down by myself. I saw Mother talking to a sharp dressed young gentleman. Mother turned and pointed towards me. When he turned, I saw that it was Peter? As much as I had changed in the last year and a half, Peter had changed also. Peter had always looked sloppy in school now he looked put together. His clothes looked tailored for him taking advantage of his muscular body. Peter looked at me with a puzzled look on his face as he walked up to me. "Is that you Randi?" "Yes, Peter it's me." I could see the male hunger in his eyes as he checked me out. "You look, Hot!" "I mean beautiful." "What did you expect a boy in a dress?" I asked. "Well you were a boy the last time I saw you." "Peter Mrs. G and my mother have made sure that I can never be a boy again." I said the last statement in as angry voice as I could without sounding like Mini Mouse. When I got angry my new higher female voice got so high pitched that I squeaked sounding funny instead of angry. Judy had cracked up numerous times when I had gotten angry at her telling me my voice sounded like Mini Mouse. Her laughing had made me angrier until I just shut up, waiting until I calmed down again to talk in a normal voice. "Randi, were both trapped by this." "Let's not fight." "How bout we dance so your parents can't see us fighting?" "Ok," I said. Peter took my hand and helped me up and escorted me to the dance floor. As we danced a slow dance Peter held me in his firm hands; just tight enough to feel his strength but not too tight to feel like I was being held in vice. I now understood why women liked to held in a man's arms. It gave me a feeling of security and protection in Peter's arms. In hushed tone Peter spoke to me. "Randi, I had no idea they were going to turn you into a girl." "What did you think they were going to do to me?" "Let you go after grandma paid you off, like she always did." Peter had taken me by surprise I had always thought that he was involved in my transformation. Now I had questions? "Where have you been since that night?" "At first confined to home." "Then six months on a work crew clearing brush and trails in the forest." "That experience in forest straightened me out." "When I met with grandma the next time I agreed to go to college and get me AG degree and I've been in school ever since." "That's why I had a funny look on my face when grandma said you'd be my date for the night." "I figured I was being punished again for something that I had done and I was looking for you to be dressed in drag so I would be embarrassed in front of everyone." "Now I can see you're much to pretty to ever embarrass me having you as my date," Peter said. "Randi enough of me talking about myself, what have they done to you to make you look so pretty?" Before I could answer Peter, the dance stopped and I took his hand in mine and led him to a secluded area in the hall. "Peter, they gave me a sex change so I am now totally female." "That's why I said I could never be a boy again." "I have all the external girl parts; breasts, vagina, soft skin and you can hear what they did to my voice." "Randi until we can figure out why their putting the two of us together let's not fight and work together," Peter said. "Truce," I said. "Truce," Peter answered. I shook hands with Peter. The band announced that dinner was ready if we could line up for the buffet. Peter and I walked over to the line and we were sent to front as the head table went first. I saw jealous looks from other girls and lustful looks from men as we walked to the front of the line to get our food. I sat at the table next to Peter with a number of elected officials and business people and their wives sitting with us. The mayor's wife sat next to me while a state official sat next to Peter. The conservation was light and festive at the table, everybody being in holiday spirits. I noticed the band leader stopping to talk to Mrs. G as he passed by her with his plate of food. The conservation went on for a minute with him pointing towards me before leaving. Almost on cue after finishing eating all the women at the table rose to use the restroom. It was my first time for me to partake in the feminine ritual of mass exodus to the restroom. Even with a number of stalls in the lady's room there was still a line. I made small talk with the lady behind me while we waited in line. While I was in line, I saw Peter walk into the men's room and back out while I was still in line. I remember thinking when I was a boy that I would never have to stand in line to use the restroom. I thought it funny to see the girls lined up. Now waiting in line was not so funny, since I was in that line. I wish that I could still go outside, stand up, flop it out and pee like I used to. Somehow the thought of squatting outside to pee, with my dress pulled up, my lacy panties down at my knees, just didn't seem a viable option. I finally made it to a stall and sat down to pee. I heard two girls talking about Peter; one girl asking the other who that bitch was with him? "She so pretty," one said. "It will be hard to get Peter away from her," the other said. "Peter's so hot now that he had cleaned up his act," the other said. "Any girl that gets her hooks into him would be set for life," one said. I hurried to finish in the stall; I walked out to see Becky Allison and Lisa Carpenter. "Eat shit bitch. He's mine," I said. I walked past them with shocked looks on both their faces to repair my make-up in the mirror. Becky Allison was the head cheerleader in high school when I was in school. Every guy had wanted to date her including me; she was considered the hottest girl in school. Lisa Carpenter was her best friend and had been on the cheerleading squad with Becky. Lisa was hot in her own right; neither girl had problems finding dates in school. Now I find myself competing against Becky for men, something I never figured. I left the ladies room and found Peter waiting for me at the table. I sat down next to him waiting for the band to start playing again. I had so many things going on in my mind that I told him I just wanted to sit for a while and think. Peter shook me when I heard my name called at the podium by the band. "Is Randi out there the lead singer asked?" I stood up and raised my hand. "Randi, I like you to come up and sit in the band at the piano." Peter took my hand and escorted me to the stage lifting me up with his strong hands and placing on top of the stage. The members of the band surrounded me on stage introducing each other to me. I was asked by Joe the lead singer what I could play. I told him anything that I was good at improvisation and I could follow their lead. We did a couple of songs together teaching each other style of playing together. After we finished the second song and they could see I knew how to play and I could stay up with them. Joe the lead singer walked over and asked me if I had ever played any Billy Joel. I had liked his music because he was a piano player; I had played most of his songs on the piano. I told Joe that I had played most of his songs and had no problem playing any of them. "Randi can you play Piano Player," Joe asked. "Sure Joe," I said. "Randi, I want you to improvise a piano solo in the middle of the song, the band will follow your lead," Joe said. Joe grabbed the mike. "This is the third time that we have played a song with Randi, were going to try Bill Joel's Piano Player." I started with the piano intro while Joe picked up the vocals, we hit the song dead on, with me playing a five-minute piano solo in the middle of the song. The applause after the song was deafening, to which Joe had me stand and curtsey at the end. Joe handed me his card telling me if I ever wanted a gig playing the piano with his band to call. Peter lifted me off the stage hugging me as he picked me up. I was surrounded by people as I walked back to my seat with Peter asking me where I had learned to play the piano. I told them it was natural talent that I was born with it and had only recently learned how to read music. A number of people handed me their cards telling me if I was ever looking for work to call them. After things had died down, I excused myself to use the ladies' room. I was really looking to find Dad so I could throw the cards in face telling him after tonight I could make a living playing the piano. I found dad sitting with mom at a table, before I could say anything, he rose to face me. "I'm sorry Randi, I never figured that your piano playing would amount to anything I see not that I was wrong." "It takes a big man to admit when he is wrong." "I've been so wrong on many things please forgive me," dad said. Dad hugged me and held me in his embrace for a long time. When dad let me go, I opened my purse and removed a tissue to wipe away tears as I had been crying. Mother walked with me to the lady's room to repair my make-up and pee. "Randi, I think you finally got your fathers acceptance that you crave so much," mother said. "Yes, mom I think so," I said. I was on cloud nine first playing the piano in front of everybody something I had always wanted to do and finally finding dad's acceptance I felt like nothing could go wrong. I had not been thinking when I walked into the lady's room with mom. This being a small town most people knew that mom had a son not a daughter named Randy. Me being seen with mom and named Randi could cause some problems. At the time I didn't care I was on the top of the world. New Year's came and I kissed a guy for the first time. It was Peter and I could feel his scratchy rough face, now so different than my soft smooth face. Maria, Mrs. G maid found me right after midnight, I was told to follow her to my room, where she helped me remove my gown before locking me in for the night. I thought I would be going home with my parents after receiving my father's acceptance I was confused at being locked back in my room at the farm. I knew asking Maria any questions were a waste of time as she was only following orders. I was allowed to sleep in the next day, with Maria knocking on my door in the early afternoon telling me food was being served in the dining room. Maria entered my room telling me Mrs. G had instructed her to have me dressed in semi formal wear for lunch. I entered after dressing and doing my make-up half an hour later the fastest I could get dressed. I found a place saved for me next to Peter with a number of V.I.P.'s seated at the table. I found they had stayed at a guest house on another part of the farm. Peter told me he was leaving this afternoon to go back to school and he wouldn't be back until spring break. If I was stuck being a girl, I could do worse than having Peter for a boyfriend I decided. Besides seeing Becky Allison jealous of me, someone who wouldn't even have been on her radar two years ago was worth it. The next day I was awaking by Maria and told to get dressed in the dress hanging on the door. It was a short dress, dark blue in color coming mid-thigh, with pantyhose, dark blue shoes with white sweater. I had no idea why I was dressing in these clothes I would find out soon enough. Mother picked me up after breakfast. "Hurry or I would be late, Randi." "Late to what mom?" "Secretary's school dear, you're going to learn to be a secretary," mom said. We drove into town where I was dropped off at the school, a business college. Mom handed me my class schedule and some money to put in my purse for lunch. Carrying a purse was new for me; I had never carried a purse at the farm. I had discovered the first time I had dressed in woman's clothing on the farm that dresses don't have pockets. It used to drive me nuts trying to find pockets in a dress that didn't have any. The classes were all business classes geared to different schedules for working people. I was on the accelerated schedule five days a week, seven hours per day. Classes started at eight in the morning, ending at four in the afternoon with one-hour lunch break. The handbook listed the acceptable attire for school. Business attire is to worn by both men and women. The theory being that it led to a more professional environment to prepare us for the business world. Men were to wear slacks, sport shirts with tie and jacket. Women were to wear skirts or dresses, medium length, short or long sleeved depending on weather; matching shoes with pantyhose. I thought it funny the list of unacceptable female attire. No halter tops. No short skirts. No plunging necklines No pants No tight clothing I found my first-class computer science. I entered the class it was full of girls, with only two guys. Life is so unfair, now that I'm a girl I have to be in a class full of girls. It's time like this I wish I were still a guy. I watched with some amusement as the other girls jockeyed to sit next to the guys. The guys were kind of nerdy but it didn't matter to some of the girls, they were guys. The professor walked in and all the girl's attention turned towards him, he wrote his name on the white board. Mr. Miller, in bold letters. Even I had to admit that Mr. Miller was good looking for a man. He was over six feet tall with dark hair and a buff body. He looked to be in his mid-twenties to me. I could see the other girls swooning over him. Telling each other in whispers how good looking he was. The girls sitting next to the nerdy guys, all but forgetting about them, as Mr. Miller became their center of attention. He did a synopsis of himself; he went to school on a swimming scholarship having received his college degree in computer science three years ago. Mr. Miller had each one of stand and introduce ourselves to the rest of the class. He asked each one of us what we hoped to achieve in business school. I had a hard time answering his question as I had no idea why I was here. After everyone was finished, he had us turn on our computers. I had not touched a computer since high school and I found the new desk top computers in class faster and easier to use than the ones I had been trained in high school. After class most of the girls mobbed Mr. Miller, I walked out of class. The next class was typing taught by an older lady Mrs. Williams. I could already type so this was a refresher class for me. This class like the last class was full of girls. Just my luck I thought again. The last class of the morning was Business Accounting. Mr. Marquez a Certificated Public Accountant was the instructor. This class had an equal number of guys and girls as bookkeepers were in high demand, and it sounded better for a guy to say he was a bookkeeper than a secretary. I sat across from a girl I recognized from the computer class in the morning. "Hi my names Randi I believe we have two classes together." "My names Linda and I believe we do." After the introduction Mr. Marquez asked the class if it knew what a Galloping Rod was? When no one answered he explained that it was an accounting term he used in his class. After class Linda walked out with me, I saw her heading towards the cafeteria and I followed her into line. We both took a salad as we were watching our diets, she asked me to sit with her at one of the tables. The table was full of other girls and Linda gave the other girls a quick introduction of me to them. Linda and the other girls had gone to high school together and they knew each other. I found out listening that most of the girls came from families that could not afford to send them to college so they had opted for a business college instead. Some of the girls were dressed in scrubs like a nurse might wear, when I asked, I was told they were taking classes in medical assisting wanting to work in the medical field. I found them to be a nice group of girls; suddenly the table became quite as a guy walked up to one of the girls and started a conservation. I figured the other girls wanted to hear what they were talking about causing the table to become quiet. After he left the conservation between girls started again when another guy came up most of the girls became quiet again and I even noticed some of the girls sitting straighter not slouching. Then it hit me why they became quiet and sat straighter it was because a guy had invaded our table changing the dynamics. The girls were acting like proper ladies because a man was in our mists. I didn't think it affected me but I noticed that I was responding just like the other girls. One of the other things that bothered me was I was picking up the female speech patterns of always making a statement sound like a question. When I was a guy, I would state that I was going to go to the bathroom. I found that as a girl I would say that I would like to go to the bathroom, as if I was asking for permission to use the restroom. I found that all girls do it, I was coping the speech patterns of my new peer group. No wonder women have been treated like second class citizens through the ages. After lunch I again found myself waiting in line to use the restroom, I had to agree with the female wisdom that the restroom was designed by men. The next class was shorthand instructed by an older lady named Mrs. Stockdale she was a retired executive secretary. Obviously, the class had only girls in it. I found the class rather inserting and fun. The next class was business law taught by an aggressive young female attorney named Ms. Jones. I laughed to myself as I was walking out and I overheard one guy saying to another that she was a ball buster. She had gone hard on the guys and easier on the girls in class. I was picked up by mom and taken back to the farm after school. My days at school continued the same with me becoming girlfriends with Linda and her friends. I now considered Linda, Ronda, Mary, Jane, Ellen and Jill my new friends. They would go out dancing and looking for guys on the weekends while I was stuck at the farm. I begged mother to let me go with them instead of staying on the farm. She finally agreed that I could spend Friday out with my new girlfriends if one of them would take me out to the farm by noon the next day. I was older than the other girls some were old enough to get into the bars some were not. I noticed that the bouncer would card all the guys but let the pretty girls in without carding us. I told Linda that I preferred a bar that played rock music versus most of the bars in town that played the two types of music Country and or Western Music. We girls sat in a group and we constantly had guys coming up to us to ask us to dance or offer us drinks. Ellen was the crazy girl of the bunch, there was a raised area behind our table full of guys, Ellen took some fish cracker from our table and started throwing them at one of guys crotch, he returned fire throwing them down her top. Pretty soon the guys were at our table asking us to dance. One of the guys Dan asked me to dance, I went out on the floor and as we danced close to the band I suddenly stopped as I recognized Joe the lead singer from the band at New Years. I finished the dance with Dan and when the band took a break, I asked Joe if I could sit in for a couple of number again? Joe agreed but only if I agreed to do The Piano Player again, as the first number. I went back to the table with the girls Dan had pulled a chair up and was sitting between Linda and myself. Linda noticed that I had a smile on my face as I sat down, I turned and whispered to her to watch what happens when the band take the stage again. Linda started trying to guess, bringing the whole table into trying to guess what the band was going to do? Even the guys were trying to guess but I would not tell anyone. Joe got up on stage and asked if Randi would please come up on stage as he had a treat for us. I took the stage and sat at the piano. We again did the Piano Player with everybody looking at the stage at the end of the song giving a round of applause to the band. I played another song with the band being thanked by Joe asking everybody to give me another round of applause for helping the band. I walked back to the table and I was mobbed by the girls asking me where I learned how to play the piano that well and why was I in school taking classes to become a secretary when I had such a talent with the piano. It was my first night out with a group of girls and I ended up crashing out at Linda's house along with a few other girls I'm sure that the way we were undressed some of the girls in just panties and bras that we would be a guy's wet dream. I had fantasized like all other guys about being with a group of girls in just their lingerie; now my fantasy was seeing buffed guys in briefs. It just proved the old adage you always want what you don't have. Linda dropped me back at the farm marveling at how large it was I just explained to her that I was a house guest without going into further details of my life. My next hair appointment I was glad that mom was dropping me off instead of coming in, I was trying to not to let Judy know about my new friends. Judy knew about my previous life as a guy and I did not trust her not to reveal it my new friends. I had dated her and dumped her for another girl and she had relished in my transformation into a girl saying one time to me she thought it just revenge for me dumping her. Judy asked me if I played the piano the other night at a bar as one of her friends said that a girl had come up on stage with a fantastic piano solo the other night. Judy friend could not remember the girls name but from the description she thought it might be me. Judy had heard me practice the piano at the farm while she got the salon ready and she knew I could play well. Judy was out of town with her new boyfriend at New Years and she did not hear me play with band. According to Judy, brad her new boyfriend was a real stud much more of a man than I ever was. Judy would taunt me occasionally about my lost male hood her way of reminding me I was less of a girl than her. I thought quickly and I told Judy that I had been invited by the band when they played at the farm, I sat in with them and mom had allowed it then why not now. The next day at school Mr. Miller had a key board hooked up to the computer to show the class what you could do when you interface a keyboard with a computer. Mr. Miller asked if any of the class would like to try the keyboard and a few students went up and tried it. A few managed to peck out Chop Sticks and a few other basic tunes. Linda walked up and started playing Chop Sticks on the keyboard. "Is that all you can do class? Mr. Miller asked. "Mr. Miller can Randi come up and play with me she's really good," Linda asked. "Randi. Please come up and play with me I know how good you are. Show Mr. Miller and the class that someone can play the keyboard better than Chop Sticks. Mr. Miller make Randi come and play with me," Linda wined. "Please." I had not wanted to play; I was told by mother to keep a low profile in school. Don't stick out she had told me. Now because I played the piano on the night out with girls, I was being forced to draw attention to myself again. I heard Mr. Miller ask me to accompany Linda on the piano as I had nothing to worry about if I embarrassed myself in front of the class as I was among friends. I walked up and told Linda to start playing Chop Sticks again on the piano; I stood beside her and started playing. I took the basic theme of Chop Sticks and started expanding on it using just the upper half of the key board than switching to just the lower half. I expanded on it again by using both halves of the keyboard while I left Linda playing Cop Sticks in the center of the keyboard. My fingers were jumping all around the keyboard giving depth to Chop Sticks that was never intended by the writer. I loved to improvise and this was my chance for five minutes of fun. Afterwards the whole class erupted in applause with Mr. Miller saying he had no idea that I was so talented. With talent like that, what are you doing in business school he asked? Mr. Miller statement, what was I doing in business school brought back my longing to perform in front of people? I had not answered his question as I walked back to my seat with Linda. I had not tried to escape since that fateful day at the farm, when I had been caught by Juan in the farm field. I knew that it was useless to try and escape on the farm that is why I was kept there. In town it was useless as well Mrs. G had the police in her pocket and if I escaped on the bus or train I would be picked up and sent back. I removed Joe's card from my purse at lunch, running my hand over the card. I had kept the card he gave me at New Years, running into the band again when I was out with the girls was giving me a plan. Joe and the band just might provide my chance to escape. I called Joe's cell phone; I explained the reason I had not contacted him earlier was that I was a kept woman. I did not want to tell him the real story so I made one up about my family keeping me a virtual prisoner in town and not letting me lead a normal life because they were overly protective or their only daughter. Joe said he understood as his father had protected his sister by not letting her perform with the band. She had runoff anyway to sing backup causing a family rift with Joe and his father. I told Joe that I was going to business school and they could pick me up at lunch tomorrow. I would call them from the pay phone as I had no cell phone to call from. I was on pins and needles the rest of the day and mom noticed my nervousness when she picked me up after school. I told her I was just nervous because of a big test tomorrow. I hardly slept all night thinking I might be free. I had not realized how much I had suppressed in my mind the thought of freedom I had rationalized that being allowed to go to business school and out with my friends on Friday nights occasionally was freedom. I awoke the next morning still nervous I sort of went through the morning on autopilot not really paying attention to anything. My hands shook as I dialed Joe's phone number on the pay phone at school. Joe answered on the second ring. "I've been expecting your call Randi." Roger is in the parking lot pick you up." "Get moving girl." I made my way to the parking lot as fast as I could in my school uniform my skirt making me take short strides. Roger was waiting for me in the parking lot, driving the Saturn they tow behind the tour bus. I quickly got in the car as he drove out of the lot onto the freeway and out of town. The band was playing in a small town thirty minutes away and they had a gig that night in a local cowboy bar playing country and western music. I was taken to the motel that the band was staying at, I knocked on the room where the girls were staying, the girls were the backup singers for the band. Jeannie, Joe's sister opened the door. Pam the other girl was out getting some more ice and would be back in a minute, giving me enough time before we went across the street to have lunch or in the bands case breakfast as most of the band members were just waking up after last night's gig. Jeannie had some clothes laid out for me on the bed, telling me to change after I use the bathroom to freshen up. I came out of the bathroom and stepped out of my skirt and slip in front of Jeannie as I figured I would be accorded little modesty livening with two other girls in motel rooms on the road. "Nice panties," Jeannie said. "Thank you." I had learned to accept compliments without blushing something I had done when I first awoke after my transformation. Judy used to tease me telling me how feminine and girlish I looked for a boy turned girl, causing me to blush red until I learned to accept her teasing by saying thank you Judy. After I thanked her a few times she stopped, as it was no longer fun for her to see my reaction. Jeannie had laid out for a black halter style top with the band's name on it, a short jean skirt and new sandals. I quickly dressed as Pam came back in the room with the ice to put on her head as she had just started her period and was not feeling well. There was a knock on the door with Joe asking if we were decent, Jeannie opened the door as Joe said welcome to the band, as I stood and accepted a hug form Joe and a kiss on my cheek. Jeannie stood up and Joe escorted the two of us out of the room to walk with him and the other guys across the street for their breakfast, my lunch. The restaurant was one you find in a small farm town with no name on the wall. The parking lot was unpaved and full of dirty pick-up trucks owned by guys who work on the surrounding farms and oil fields. The restaurant was owned by a lady named Ellen, with the locals referring to it as Ellen's. Ellen her two daughters and a cook worked in the place. It had a small counter with a number of stools, a dozen booths and a bar in the back with a pool table. I knew that this restaurant could be trouble for unescorted girls as my father had taken me to this restaurant before when I was a guy in one day when he was visiting an oil lease. The restaurant was full of farmers and oil field workers all guys and I'm sure with what I was wearing every guy in the place would visibly undress me with their eyes. As we walked into the place, I could see all the men's eyes on Jeannie and myself even though we were with the other guys in the band. I now knew how a deer feels in the headlights; I could see lust in a lot of the guy's eyes as they stared at my tits. Ellen who was working the counter and saw what was going on yelled, "you guys leave the girls alone." "There hear to eat not be drooled on by you guys." Ellen left the counter and walked up to our booth. "Hi." "I know all the guys in here and if anybody gives you any trouble let me know," We ordered breakfast with me splitting an omelet with Jeannie while I watched the guys shovel the food down with little concern. The food was good and if I ate like the guys, I would end up big as a house. As Joe was paying the bill at the cash register, I heard Ellen ask Joe if we were playing at the Rocking Barn? Joe nodded yes and Ellen said her and her daughters were going dancing tonight and she would be there to see us perform. Jeannie and I walked to the back of the restaurant to toss my school uniform in the dumpster before walking back across the street to go shopping for new clothes to replace the ones that I throw out. We took the Saturn that they towed behind the bus my second time in the small SUV with a stick shift which I could not drive, Jeannie promised to give me lessons and I told her it will never happen as I was now a hunted woman who needs a fake ID. We drove into the center of town, towards a few thrift shops that Jeannie had found using her computer on the wireless internet in the hotel room. We found plenty of clothes at the thrift stores as long as I didn't mind wearing out of style clothes from a few years ago we found several outfits, skirts, dresses, tops, slacks and a few formal style dresses. We left the last thrift store to visit Wally World the nick name of the world's largest retailer for lingerie; purchasing me enough bras and panties to get by for a couple of weeks. Jeannie bought a few items for herself getting everything tight and short while I dressed concretive, to trying to hide, while she kept telling me with a body like mine, I should flaunt it. Jeannie said that if I dressed like I was now with the band logo on my shirt I would have the guys drooling over me. Pam was feeling better when we got back; she was the hair stylist for the band, a job she had performed before joining the band. Pam changed my hair color going from blond to brunette and giving me a trim in the hotel bathroom a new first to watch her in action in such a tight spot. We quickly dressed in the band uniform for us girls; the black halter top with the band logo, tight black pants or skirts depending on our mood, whichever way it had to be the same for us girls. I casted the deciding vote as Jeannie and Pam could not agree tonight with Pam wanting to wear pants instead of a short skirt as she was on her period with Jeannie saying she always a bitch when she on the rag. Joe knocked on the door telling us to hurry up as we still had to eat dinner and get to the barn to set up for tonight's gig We were still doing our make-up; there just was not enough room in the bathroom mirror for three girls. I now knew how a sardine felt, crammed in a small can. Joe was knocking every five minutes until we came out twenty minutes later. "It was bad enough with two girls I don't how we'll survive with three," Joe said. "Eat shit brother it's the price you pay for having three hot girls in the band," Jeannie said. Dinner was one of those twenty-four-hour restaurants with a parking lot big enough to park the bus. Roger was the bus driver, sound mixer, electrician, instrument repair man and computer guy for the band. He was a big guy at six feet two and two hundred fifty pounds one of his hands were bigger than both of mine. Don was the base guitar player, tall and thin at one hundred fifty pounds, with long dark hair standing the same height as me at five feet nine inches. Joe the lead singer had a dark beard and hair the same height as Don and myself weighing two hundred pounds. James the drummer was short and fat he looked as tall as he was wide, his nick name was poplin fresh the dough boy. Jeannie had played keyboards for the band; Jeannie and Pam the backup singer was the same height a five foot five one hundred twenty pounds both with long dark hair. Coloring my hair dark was so I would fit in with the other girls, although I towered over the other girls a five foot nine. All the guys wore a tee shirt with the band logo and black jeans and comfortable shoes compared to the tight-fitting shoes I was wearing. Still I would rather be wearing the flats that pinched my little toes compared to the three-inch wedges the other girls were wearing. We arrived at the barn; Roger parked in back making sure the bus was out of sight so it would not be vandalized. Everybody helped carry equipment, with us girls getting the light weight gear. I could not believe how much weaker I was, things that should not be heavy were now heavy, I was finally feeling the full effects of female hormones giving me the same strength of the average female. The thought of hormones reminded me that I would now have to find a new source as I used a patch to administer mine. After sex change surgery my body no longer produced hormones to maintain good body health. I was told if I stopped that I would experience bone lose, hot flashes and other negative effects. I had not thought of this problem when I escaped. I helped set up the instruments with Roger watching what he was doing as he ran the wires to the guitars, keyboard, mikes, mixing board and speakers having us give a sound check when he was finished. I would be sitting with roger at the mixing board until I had time to rehearse with band on the keyboards. It was a long stretch from nine in the evening until the closing time. The Rocking Barn lived up to its name with a few fights between drunken guys, broken up by the bouncers, long lines at the lady's room, something I now had to worry about as I had to pee a few times. I wondered how I was going to be up on stage and have enough time to pee during the breaks with that long line to use the ladies' room. I asked Jeannie how they used the lady's room and she said that was one of the reasons I was brought into the band so we girls could switch off positions when we had to use the lady's room as the breaks did not give us enough time. After one song Jeannie asked me to take the keyboards as Pam had signaled her, she had to use the restroom. Jeannie was going to take Pam's position as backup singer to give me chance on to perform. They were playing a mixture of classic rock and country and western music. I followed their lead only making a few mistakes that I caught. Pam came back in a half hour and Jeannie relived me to go back and sit with Roger until we played the last set for the night and I was brought up on stage to take a bow with the rest of the band. I followed Jeannie and Pam to line up at the bathroom even though the Rocking Barn was closed there was still a line of girls for the restroom by the time we were finished Roger and the guys were waiting in the bus asking what was taking us so long as they were ready to leave twenty minutes ago. The guys were all hungry and we again went to the twenty-four restaurant for another meal. After we had a shower as none of us girls wanted to go to bed smelling like a cigarette mixed with dried sweat, it was after four in the morning before I climbed into bed with Jeannie as neither of us wanted to sleep in the same bed with Pam while she was on her period. I thought it's funny that girls had no problem sharing a bed with each other, but put two guys in a bed and immediately it's assumed their gay. "Oh Yuck." I was woken in the middle of the night by Jeannie as her period had just started with her saying, "you know it's true that when women live together their periods synergize together as your will when you start living with us." "Jeannie, I don't have periods I'm infertile." "I've never had a period; in fact, I have to take supplemental hormones or I get hot flashes and experience the symptoms of menopause." Jeannie ran to the bathroom with a box of tampons. We awoke around noon to get dressed again in our matching shirts and pants with the band logo to go back to Ellen's restaurant again for lunch. That afternoon instead of going back to the motel we drove over to the Rockin Barn so I could rehearse with band for a few hours. The rehearsal went well with me being brought up to speed with the music so I could replace Jeannie on the keyboards that night. The same routine went on for the next week with us waking around noon, having lunch, rehearsing in the afternoon having dinner than playing until they closed at two in the morning. The girl's periods ended about the time that we finished our gig at the Rocking Barn that night I was awoke by high pitched squeals coming from the bed next to me as Jeannie and Pam were pleasuring each other. I tried to ignore their moans but finally I asked if they, " could quiet down a little as I was trying to get some sleep." "Want to join us Randi?" "There's always room for one more," Pam said. "I've never had sex with another girl before, besides I'm not a lesbian." "Who cares it's fun and you can't get pregnant from another girl," Pam said. "I like men," I said. "So, do we," the girls said in unison. Come on give it a try we promise to go slow." I slowly walked over to their bed and took the open spot on the bed between the two girls. Girls used to fascinate me until I became one. Girl's high voices, soft skin and curves used to be a turn on. Now it was men that got my motor running, girls just didn't do it for me anymore. And here I was between two girls feeling not the least bit aroused, about to experience my first sexual encounter. Jeannie was facing me and Pam was to my back, Jeannie started kissing me while Pam started caressing my left breast with her hand. I had been French Kissed by a girl before and it brought back old memories of kissing Judy when she was my girlfriend. While Jeannie and Pam's soft lips and bodies felt nice against mine, I now craved a firm hard body with strong arms. Pam's manipulation of my breast was starting to turn me on. Instead of an erection I felt a heat and wetness in my crotch. I was told that some transsexuals self-lubricate when they get turned on apparently, I was one of them. I felt Jeannie's hand caress my labia. Then I felt her hand lightly touch my clitoris. It felt like someone had touched the head of my penis and I broke Jeannie's kiss to look down to see if my penis was still there. All I saw was Jeannie's hand between my vaginal lips. Jeannie took my hand and put it to her crotch and I started copying with my hand what she was doing with hers to me. Jeannie would build me up and bring me down with her hand never letting me orgasm. Meanwhile Pam had stopped caressing my breast and gotten out of bed. I didn't care where Pam went as Jeannie was keeping me busy. I felt Pam getting in bed again as Jeannie rolled me on my back. Pam spread my legs and put a pillow under my rear as Jeannie kept arousing me with her hand. Jeannie removed her hand and I felt Pam move between my legs. Jeannie stopped kissing me moving her head out of the way so I could see Pam with a strap on between her legs. "Is she ready Jeannie?" "Yea I think she's wet enough for you." I felt the head of the strap on dildo slowly enter me and pull out as Pam slowly worked her way inside of me. I had felt things inside my vagina before as one of the things that I had been introduced to when I awoke a girl were dilators. Dilators are used to keep the vagina open after sexual reassignment surgery. Judy used to time my half hour with the dilator inside me with my legs spread and feet in the stirrups. This felt different than dilation I was turned on and the girls caressing my sensitive skin and breasts while I was being fucked brought me to number of climaxes. So different than when I was male; the orgasm would encompass my whole body instead of being centered in just my penis. I like other girls; I was now capable of multiple orgasms. The three of us switched positions many different times in the next couple of hours. I finally had sex with a girl, only now I had to think back what it felt like to have a penis and balls as the dildo strapped to me, as I fucked Jeannie had no feeling. Feeling the dildo strapped to me brought back memories as I looked down and felt it in my hand. I stroked it a few times like I would when my penis was erect. The only problem was it felt like my hand was touching a broom handle something not alive. Not the way I remembered the last erection I touched. As we continued our travels to different gigs, I began to understand why so many bands broke up. You are thrown in with a group of people day in and day out with not enough time to have relationships outside the band. Everyone once in a while Jeannie or Pam would spend a few nights with one of the guys I finally decided to give it a try with the girls urging. I flirted with Roger all day and when the gig was done, I asked him if I could spend the night with him. Guys may talk about their conquests but its girls that talk about the details to each other. Listening to Pam and Jeannie talk I knew just what Roger liked in bed, he liked oral sex giving and receiving. The girls said he had quiet the talented tongue and he would tongue a girl for a few hours if she would let him. Kissing Roger was so different than kissing a girl, his face was scratchy against my smooth skin, his lips hard, his manly smell turned me on. I noticed that smells had a much stronger effect on me as a female, a manly smell now aroused me where before when I was male it was visual cues like a pretty girl that aroused me, not so anymore. The girls had told me, and I now told Roger to go softer on my breasts as he squeezed too hard to my liking. I had to think for a second that it was now ok for me to put my hands in guy's pants to feel his erection. After all the years being told that touching or looking at a man's erection was a homosexual act I had to stop and think that it was now an acceptable heterosexual act for me a female to touch a guy's cock. Rogers cock felt different than touching the dildo. Rogers cock felt warm, alive in my hands, I could feel it quiver from my touch. Roger pulled my skirt up and pulled my panties off as I dropped his pants and underwear to the ground. I felt him unbutton and unzip my skirt as I stepped out of it. Roger laid me on the bed as he turned around with my muff in his face and his penis in mine. This was my first close-up view of another man's penis; sure, I remember touching and staring at my own but I never had this close-up view of my own. I could see its circumcised head, the veins and the red and angry on the penis. I also smelled the manly smell coming from his crotch that I found stimulating. I slowly kissed the head with my mouth as he dived into my muff with his tongue at the same time. As I had the head of his penis in my mouth, I flicked the shaft with my tongue noticing Roger twitch as I did so. I finally took Rogers whole shaft in my mouth fighting the gag reflex to do so. My observations of his cock were abruptly stopped when Rogers tongue flicked my clitoris making my whole body react in delight. Roger said I can see you liked that as he did it again to me. In payback to him I pulled my mouth of his cock flicking its head with my tongue. I did this a few times until Roger started humping my mouth faster and deeper while his tongue increase licking my clitoris. Roger thrust deep into my mouth as I felt his cock spasm and I was reward with a mouthful of cum. It was the first time that I had tasted a man's cum and I found the taste interesting a little salty and to my liking. I made sure to swallow every drop of his precious seed. Rogers cock started to deflate in my mouth and I let him pull it out as I kissed the head as he pulled it out of my mouth. I had not orgasmed yet as Roger got up to go to the bathroom and if figured he was a typical man only interested in himself, I had heard about from other girls that guys would sometimes fall asleep after they got their rocks off. Roger came back stroking his cock in his hands until it became erect again. "I did this for you baby," he said. Roger put his cock between my legs, rubbing it up and down my vaginal lips teasing me with his cock. Roger finally started putting his cock into me, slowly at first, then withdrawing teasing me with it. Without warning he sank his cock in me deeply making me react with a high-pitched squeal. His real-life cock felt so different than the dildo and dilators that I had experienced inside me before. His cock was so warm and alive, his manly smell so erotic to my senses, his hard body now so different than my soft one. I soon began meeting Rogers thrusts with my own as the heat from my crotch started spreading through my whole body. I felt the need to thrash around and squeal in delight something I had never felt like doing when I was male. I also used my vaginal muscles to try to clamp on and release Rogers cock as he thrust into me I finally experienced my orgasm and I wrapped my legs against Roger to hold him tight inside me. While I had learned to spend the night with girls in their bed, being brought off several times it was still better experiencing the strength and power of a man. A man seemed to make me whole like he fit a missing piece in my life.