Coffee, Tea, Or Me? Chapter 2 free porn video

As the week continued while Claire was away, I had a couple more laser sessions. I looked like I had the mother of all sunburns over most of my body, but my skin was starting to feel silky smooth. It was fun not having to shave every morning too. Claire and I talked on the phone in the evenings about this and that, how the conference was going, etc. She said she had a surprise for me when she got back. Inevitably talk turned to sexier topics. I filled Claire in on my laser removal adventure, though I wanted to save the chemical adjustment piece as a surprise for her too when she returned. She challenged me to buy and start wearing pantyhose. She told me the feel on my newly smooth legs would drive me crazy, and wow, was she ever right. I was able to buy them at the local supermarket. The bored clerk barely even glanced at them on the way out. I rushed home and put them on. The feeling was indescribably. Amazing, so soft and smooth but a hint of fission on my skin is my best attempt. You know the feeling if you have tried it. I took some time to take care of my resulting persistent erection. Looking down, I saw a pair of very feminine and shapely female legs with a pair of lacy panties down around my ankles, the illusion spoiled only by my throbbing pierced cock. A few minutes later visualizing things Claire and I had done, and my new future was enough to put me over the edge, and with a spurt I felt my release as cum dribbled down the back of my now smooth scrotum and over the base of my plug. I lay there for a while, basking in the glow of warmth after. I idly wondered how long it would take before things started to feel different down there. Would that be my last true male orgasm? It was still pretty early in the afternoon, and I had given myself the day off. I showered and got ready to head out. on a whim, I decided to hit the local thrift market. Sometimes you can find good metal there in old discarded vases and trinkets worth melting for re-casting. Why pay $50 for a chunk of high-end bronze when you can melt down a discarded ugly flower pot for $2? This time, I was distracted by other sections of the shop as well. I noticed in passing what looked to be a pair of fairly large black low heeled pumps shoes. The kind I so admired on Claire's luscious legs. The pantyhose I was still wearing under my outwardly male clothes was on my mind with every step I took, so it didn't take too much mental prodding to grab them and stick them in my basket, hoping they would fit. I was able to grab some other likely looking accessories by focusing on the ones that had metal. if anyone asked, I was just going to break them down to try and reclaim some silver. I grabbed some belts with metal loops and bangles, a couple of likely looking black and silver leather bracelets, a couple of spiked collars from the pet section, and even a small black purse with metal studs and a little silver skull for a latch. I picked a handful of random jewelry from one of the silver- colored sort bins as well and was rewarded with some necklaces, hair clips, rings and wrist bangles for my trouble. I went to check out. The lady clerk eyed my basket for a few moments. She looked up at me, then looked back down and commented, "That is the ugliest vase I have ever seen in my life!" I laughed, then told her my plans to go melt it for scrap. She nodded, rang me up, and I was on my way. Back home, I examined my haul. It turns out that the shoes did indeed fit without too much trouble, and I spent a good few minutes trying to get the hang of heels. I resolved to practice as much as possible. The rest of the things I picked up gave me a pretty good base for a goth look starter kit. With my pierced ears and smooth face, a neck chain and a spiked collar with a few wrist baubles gave me an almost androgynous look, if you ignored my chin, well that and the rest of my face. I spent the rest of the evening practicing walking in heels and a skirt, which was much more difficult than it looked. Claire was due back from her conference tomorrow, and we had a breakfast date at her place. I decided that I would surprise her by visiting in one of the outfits we had bought for me. I got up, put on my hose, panties and my little breast form filled bra. I topped that with a long stretchy skirt and a black lacy top wrapped with a shiny black leather and metal accent belt that matched my new shoes. I swapped out some now mostly healed ear studs for some large siler hoop earrings, put a few hair clips in my hair to try and make it look less male like. I took a look at myself in the mirror, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked like a young, maybe a bit overweight girl in my figure, and even my head looked kind of feminine. I wondered what Claire would think. I headed out the door in a heavy coat. That morning, the walk from my shop room to my car was one of the most terrifying things I have ever done. I was afraid someone would see me, but if anyone did, I never heard anything about it. The drive over to Claire's was equally terrifying, but I soon realized that no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to me inside my car. Even at stop lights I was just one more anonymous weekend commuter. I relaxed more as I neared Claire's house. Claire lived in an older bungalow, mostly painted and restored. It was cozy and warm, nestled back amongst some pine trees down a short winding gravel driveway. You could just hear the ocean in the distance. Slightly unsure of myself, I walked up the front steps, the heels clicking as I went, then knocked on the front door. A short time later Claire opened the door. She let out a happy little gasp when she saw me. "Oh my god, you look adorable!" She kissed me full on the lips and pulled me inside. She had me try and twirl around to show off my skirt and new heels, an attempt that ended in laughter and calamity as I fell on the floor in a heap. We made love then and there as we showed each other how much we had missed one another, for the first time since our recent piercings. Claire and I were amazed at the new sensations her ringed labia gave us both, and she loved the feeling of my cumming on the back of her hand as she cradled my balls. I found I was able to use my new tongue stud to lick her to a toe curling, rolling orgasm, and she returned the favor, giving me a mind-blowing blowjob. I swear I saw stars. Afterwards, sated for a while, we caught up and ate a delicious breakfast. I asked her for a glass of water to take my new pills. "What new pills?" she enquired, as I casually tossed the innocent looking prescription estrogen pill bottle her way. "I guess I'm really doing this, Surprise!" I quipped. "Oh my God! Where did you get these? When? How?" she had a million questions for me as she squealed and hugged me. I filled her in on the other half of my adventures. "I'm so excited! Wow!" she exclaimed. After we finished breakfast and cleared the table, she turned to me. "Hang on, I have a surprise or two for you as well, though maybe not quite that exciting heh." She headed back to her bedroom, and returned with two shopping bags. One was marked "Sephora" on the front. The other was flat black bag with no visual label. She set the latter aside for now and pulled out the contents of the former. Inside was a complete set of makeup. I felt a little thrill of excitement pass through me. "Come over here and sit there where the light is better, I'm going to do your makeup!" she exclaimed, as she set to doing exactly that. She talked as she worked. "You'll have to learn how to do this for yourself, and I'll teach you, but I want today to be a surprise, so no peeking until I am done, ok?" I nodded. I winced a bit as she plucked away a few of my eyebrow hairs here and there. I felt creams, powders, brushes, and other pokes and prods on my face. I could tell Claire was getting excited the more she worked, her face was starting to get a little flush, and she was having trouble sitting still. I was having a bit trouble hiding my own excited state as well, a definite tent rising in the smooth pleat of my skirt. Eventually Claire paused, looked at me, and said just one word, "Wow!" She took me by the hand, and carrying the black bag with her, led me back to her bedroom where there was a nice full-length mirror, her hand covering my eyes as she positioned me to see my first look. I closed my eyes as she pulled her hand away, then opened them with a gasp. Looking back at me from the mirror was a girl! and not just any girl, a super hot one! From my smoky, winged eyes to flawless pale skin with just a hint of blush, down to my pouty dark purple lips, I looked like a gothic vision. Claire stood beside me, and aside from my slightly blocky face and short hair, we looked like a pair of very hot women ready to take on the town. Claire couldn't help herself, and kissed me again, her smooth red lips gliding over my own. I could taste the lip gloss and makeup a bit, it was a definite new sensation, and one I didn't want to ever end. Clair broke the kiss, and chuckled to herself "heh, I'm glad I used the kiss proof lipstick!" I couldn't stop staring at the new me in the mirror. "I love it!" I exclaimed. Claire handed me the black bag she was carrying. "if you love that, you are going to really love this I think. Open it!" she commanded, breathlessly. Not one to disappoint my hot girlfriend, I opened the bag. Inside was a black case, and inside that case was what looked to be a leather harness with a flat round plate in the middle, and a set of increasingly large, realistic looking purple silicone dildos. I looked at Claire "is, Is that what I think it is?" I asked, my face starting to flush with lust, though it was hard to notice under the makeup I was wearing aside from my ears. "You bet your ass it is!" Claire replied. "Now get on the bed over there, and pull out your anal plug while I get ready," she said, disappearing into her bathroom with the strap on harness and one of the middle sized rubber cocks. A few minutes later she returned, a bottle of lubricant in her hand and a pair of wineglasses in the other. I was trembling with excitement at the thought of what was about to happen. I was about to get fucked in the ass by the hottest women I have ever known. She spread a generous amount of lube on the very large looking purple cock, and around my still gaping ass. I noted that the new toy was quite a bit larger than the little plug I had been wearing for weeks now. I closed my eyes as she slowly entered me, the head of the purple dildo working its way deeper inside me, past the outer muscles and gently starting to push inside. I could feel it rubbing against my tight virgin hole. After a few minutes of slow movement, I could feel the head pressing on something warm and hard inside of me. A shock of pleasure tripped up my spine from that brief contact, and I realized that must be my prostate. I moaned. Claire noticed my reaction, and started moving her hips in and out, her hands on my ass pushing and pulling me behind to the rhythm of a beat only she could hear in her head. She started slowly, drawing the ribbed head out and back in, teasing my bottom with a playful slap here and there. Soon she got down to business though and started thrusting away. Faster and faster, she rocked in and out. I started involuntarily clenching my muscles around this welcome purple intruder, my cock rising and hardening more with each thrust. At first there was a little pain, but it soon gave way to pleasure as I rocked my own hips, trying to suck this new member deep inside. I was close, oh so close to something I could feel would change my world, but I just couldn't get over that edge. Claire took pity on me, and moved a hand down from my ass cheek and stroked my now throbbing cock. Two strokes were all it took to unleash the biggest load of my life at that point. I came so hard that despite the reroute, my seed shot out the front of my rigid member and shot myself square in the face. We both collapsed into the bed, cum dribbling down my thighs and down my cheek. Claire wiped a finger through it and took a taste. "Mmmh, heavenly!" she declared, as she took another pass with her fingers and scooped a big glob into my own mouth. I had never tasted semen before, and it was a shock. After I got over the initial ingrained reaction, I noticed the taste was kind of sweet, yet salty, with maybe a bit of am astringent taste to it, like from a grapefruit. I let it play over my tongue for a minute as Claire watched me, then I washed it down with a bit of the wine. There was no turning back from that, I was found out to be a cum eater, and I loved every second of it. We rested and cuddled for a while. I got to be the little spoon this time, Claire's purple appendage resting on the surface of the crack of my ass as she whispered sweet nothings into my ear and I kissed her lovely hands. After a while, she wove her fingers in with mine. her large red almond shaped nails contrasting with my longer, but naked fingers. "We'll have to do something about these" she declared without elaboration. She moved to pet my hair, and I felt very safe and warm in her arms, her pierced rock-hard nipples pressing deep into my back. After a time, I rolled over to face her, and started to suckle her tender and firm milk glands, my tongue stud clinking against the metal rings in each nipple from time to time. She tasted of sweat and honey, and she begin to moan. I started to move my head down to explore the wonderful pussy below her still harnessed appendage, but she moved to stop me. I looked up, curious. "I, I want you to. But later." She shivered. "God do I want you to. but I want to see if I can hold out?" she answered, half as a question. I nodded. Sometimes not doing something could be more of a turn on for her. I kissed her on her forehead, then deep on her lips, then lay back in bed, holding her hands in mine as we stared into each other's eyes. We might have stayed that way in bed for hours, except the alarm on her phone dinged from the other room. "Oh, shit, what time is it?" Claire wondered aloud. "Come on, get ready, we are going to be late if we don't hurry!" and she raced out of bed. We showered, got dressed again, and eventually headed back into town in Claire's car. She refused to tell me where we were going, only saying that it was another surprise and she hoped that I would like it. On the way, she casually remarked "So, have you thought of a name yet? I can't really keep calling you Elliot when you look like that. Maybe El? Ellen?" she enquired. "Elizabeth." I answered softly. "My mom had once mentioned in passing that she would have named me that if I was born a girl. I sure bet she would be surprised to see me now, but somehow I don't think she would be displeased either." I replied. Claire Nodded. "Well, its certainly nice to meet you Elizabeth, and I look forward to getting to know you much, much better" she said with a half mock leer in my direction and a kiss to my hand. After a short drive out into the countryside, we arrive at a large building labeled "Cape Cloudy Bath and Beauty Day Spa". Claire explained that since I was putting in all this work, it was time to start enjoying some of the simpler rewards of my newfound femininity. She also told me the staff were very professional, and regularly hosted trans retreat sessions, so I could enjoy myself without worry of discovery. We changed into soft white terrycloth robes, and headed into the first of several rooms. That room included a bank of massage benches, with a waiting staff. I discovered the sheer bliss of a hot rock massage. Seeing some of the obviously well-built large male masseuses didn't really do much for me, though I really enjoyed their efforts on my lower back. Claire was clearly enjoying them at work as well though. The thought made me a bit nervous, but I filed it away in the back of my mind. Next up was a soak in a mineral mud bath. Being up to your chin in a vat of steaming warm volcano fed mud is certainly an interesting experience, and both our faces were soon covered in some sort of green kelp paste, complete with cucumber slice eye covers. Sitting there was very relaxing, and it's quite possible I fell asleep for a little bit laying there. The next thing I knew we were being helped out of the large mud baths and up into a warm shower. Clean and robed once more, we were then ushered into a room with banks of salon style chairs. We were to get a manicure and a pedicure. "hey, do you guys do French manicures or gel set nails?" Clair asked the lady who was going to be working on me. They apparently did, and Claire got a sly little smile on her face as she whispered something to the nail technician. They worked on both of our feet and toes, scrubbing away callouses and dressing nail cuticles. Eventually the nail tech returned with a tray of acrylic tips and a rack of polish samples. Claire pointed at a purple blue metallic color for me, and a dark red one for herself, and the nail tech got to work. The smell of the acetone- based glues used in the process was terrible, but watching my hands sprout longer sexy nails nearly overrode the smell. This was going to be hard to hide. Did I even want to hide them? I really liked the look, and how they would match my lips when Claire and I redid them after our spa adventure. In no time at all I was sporting a full set of nails, with matching toe nails below. Claire seemed very happy with the results, and hinted that she was looking forward to seeing how I got used to them with another grin. They weren't too long, but definitely longer than I was used to, and I quite nearly put an eye out brushing a stray hair away from the side of my face. The spa also offered Brazilian waxing, so I got to sooth Claire as she endured a bit of that. Thanks to the Laser treatments, I wasn't going to be worried about that. Or at least that's what I thought before they explained to me that eyebrow waxing was a thing, and I was about to have one more thing to add to my growing list of things that would be more than a little difficult to undo if I wanted to. 3 hours after we started, we were both primped, pampered, clothed and relaxed and on our way back into town. Claire had paused to redo both of our makeups, and with my new eyebrow line I was really starting to look the part. It was getting difficult for me to picture me as a guy even without the makeup in my mind. Claire wanted to swing by the Cafe on the way home. I was a bit nervous about that, because even though it was a new town, the people most likely to recognize me were all right there. Claire seemed really keen on stopping for a bit though, and eventually I agreed. Cheryl was working the counter today, and she waved at Claire as we walked in. She looked at me, did a double take, then ran around the counter and gave me a big hug. "Look at you!" she exclaimed. "You look amazing! I wasn't sure before, but when I saw you bend over to grab that bag of beans for the coffee monster, er, well, I kind of saw the top of your underwear, and I'm pretty sure you know they weren't boxers..." she said with a grin. So, it turns out my secret was a bit less of one than I thought. Claire gushed war stories about how well I braved the horrors of my first mud spa to Cheryl, and the conversation quickly turned to shop talk. I waved to them both and motioned that I was going to head next door. Claire looked uncertain, but then nodded. I decided that if I was going to have a shop and apprentices, they needed to be in the loop. Martin, a young kid fresh out of community college took it fairly well. Apparently, he had an Aunt that was also transitioning. My other apprentice, Chad, an older high school dropout with a solid understanding of machine work, sadly didn't react as well, and quit on the spot. I handed him a check for back pay and 3 weeks severance, and he walked out the door muttering some very offensive terms under his breath. He was a solid worker, but not particularly creative, and I was certain I could replace him without too much trouble. Martin found him to be a bit of an arrogant prick, so he wasn't sad to see him go. I asked him to send any likely candidates for a replacement he knew my way, then headed back to the Cafe. Claire looked up as I waked back in, visibly relieved. She had seen Chad storm off in a huff, and she was afraid I would have a black eye or two when I came back. I filled her in on how things went. If looks could have killed remotely, Chad would have died from the scowl Claire sent in the direction of his departing back. We finished up at the Cafe, then headed back to Claire?s place to relax the day away. She was in a chatty mood, and we talked about things in between watching cheesy Sci fi reruns on Netflix. We talked about her growing up with 2 brothers and 2 sisters, and her loving and openminded family life. We talked about my single child upbringing, with an absent father I never knew, and a loving mom who was taken before her time. Cancer is a right bitch of a thing. We talked of plans, of the future, and eventually we went to bed. That night we simply slept. I think both of us were a bit worn out from earlier. The next morning, the Comedy show started. "Argh! How the hell are you supposed to pull up a pair of pantyhose with these stupid claws???" I wailed, as Claire offered increasingly unlikely and unhelpful suggestions involving at one point a group of trained parakeets and a squeegee. Several similar such misadventures later, she relented, and started showing me tricks to make my new life easier without the dreaded breaking of a nail. These new nails were apparently a new aramid fiber backed acrylic of some sort so I was likely going to break a finger before one of the nails, but the polish could certainly still chip. Claire showed me how to apply some basic makeup, then told me to get ready for a trip to the hair Salon. It felt kind of weird wearing an old t-shirt and a skirt without my brest forms now, but Claire assured me that I did NOT want to get hair or hair dye on any of my new clothes. Imagining what might be in store for me was giving me a tingly feeling under my skirt. We arrived at the Salon that did Claire?s hair. I really found her look to be stunningly attractive, and her hair was one of the features that first drew me to her, so I was looking forward to see what they might come up with. My new hairstylist, Sally, immediately started fussing at the state of my hair. Apparently the all-in-one timesaver shampoo and conditioner I had been using up until this point was considered a crime against humanity and just would not do. They got me sat down for a bit of a wash, and soon I found myself in a stylist chair once more, this time wrapped in a haircut drape. Sally brought out the various hair extensions they had on hand that might be a close enough match for my sandy blond hair. She had a set that would work to give me hair down to the middle of my shoulder blades until my own hair started growing long enough to take over. Sally started the intricate process of installing the woven extensions, while Claire and her went through various style books and magazines to have me point at things I did and didn't like. In the end, we decided on a fairly simple straight hair look with bangs and side thingies in front of my ears. We also decided that it needed to match my nails, so out came multiple potions and bottles of dye to go with the complex structure being assembled on the top of my head. It took most of the day, but we left with me looking about as much like an Alt girl with a full head of purple and blue hair in a simple braid as I was going to get. Over the next few weeks, Claire and I continued to work on my presentation and skills. I started a more restrictive diet to try and lose the last stubborn pounds, and we took to walking and biking around the area every day. Work continued at my shop, and Martin came through with a nice former classmate of his named Lisa who turned out to be a wiz at computer design. We had a minor break in attempt involving a brick through a window, but things seemed to be going just fine there. Claire's Cafe continued to thrive, and soon she was looking at opening an expansion across town, with Cheryl as a new manager. I continued my laser appointments and clinic visits for checkups on my bloodwork, and I was starting to notice some effects from the hormones I was taking daily. My skin seemed softer, I seemed to be growing little hard cones under my nipples on my chest, and for some reason pickles began to smell much differently to me. Claire and I were still insatiable in bed, though she still occasionally wanted me to avoid her delicate flowers on days when she plowed me from behind. We soon tried larger dildoes and plugs, and I even tried them out on Claire from time to time. Eventually we decided to get a second harness just in case. Weeks turned to months, seeing me grow sexier day by day and Claire and I grow closer, until one day I casually flicked my hand across my nipples to brush away a piece of lint, and I nearly dropped to my knees from the jolt of electricity that seemed to flow from my nipples to my groin. in a panic I yelled for Claire to come take a look and see if anything was wrong. She pulled off my shirt and the tiny B cup bra I had been wearing, and looked with amazement at the small but perky nipple tips I now seemed to have. She brushed her hand lightly against them, and I found the shock repeating itself. I squeaked in alarm. It didn't hurt per say, but it was definitely a new feeling. Claire took me by the hand and sat me down on the bed. Watching my eyes, she slowly blew on the surface of my nipples. I shivered and arced my back, a low moan escaping me involuntarily. She nodded, then started to lick and suck one of my nipples, as a free hand started to massage the other. Waves of pleasure raced down from my chest towards my crotch. She laid me down, and I felt her other hand slip under my now wet panties. The feelings I was feeling were intense, and seemed to be building towards something. The feeling was different than when I was anally fucked, and far different than anything I had experienced in my old male life, and after a few minutes they built to a radiating wave that seemed to pulse out from my crotch. More muted than the sharp, short release of a male orgasm, but ongoing in cascades that seemed to go on forever. I moaned and twitched as cum dribbled out below. I saw colors in my mind I didn't even know there were names from, and what seemed like a blissful eternity later, I lay panting in bed. I turned questioningly to Claire. "Congratulations, you just had a female nipplegasm" she informed me, with a hug. Needless to say, we explored this new sensation in many ways that day, and not much work got done. The feeling of two female nipples rubbing one another in passion is pure bliss. We decided that we needed to celebrate this occurrence with a return trip to the piercer. Mary was not surprised to see all the changes in me, and had made some changes of her own. "I knew it, as soon as you said that?s the one you wanted down there, I knew it! Looking good Girlfriend!" she said through the large lip plug now protruding from her bottom lip. Nose chains, more piercings, and even what looked like a small forehead tattoo gave her a much more extreme look than even last time, but it suited her. Claire and I asked if Mary had time to do some more work on us, and she quickly agreed. We started with two nipple posts for me, smaller than the rings Claire sported but good for starters. I also decided that I wanted some more metal for my face, and with Claire's enthusiastic agreement, a pair of lower lip rings, a dainty septum, two paired nostril rings in each nostril, and a rather ridiculous looking belly button piercing soon followed. I winced and dragged myself off to the side of the room to make a spot for Claire's turn. She wanted her Labia rings enlarged now that they were healed up, as well as an actual Clit piercing. Claire was adamant that she wanted one even with the risks. She also decided she rather liked the look of the belly button ring I now sported, and soon had one of her own. At the last minute she decided she also wanted her septum pierced, though she was going to stay with her single nose ring for now. Eventually we paid Mary, brought some additional aftercare supplies, and headed home. I wanted to make one last stop on the way to check on a long running milling project back at the shop. We parked and walked around the corner to the front door. I had a split second to hear Claire scream, before something hard hit the back of my head, and darkness instantly took me. To be continued...