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Tiffani was sexy, if a bit over the top to my way of thinking. Then again, I was a virgin with no girlfriend and not much prospect for one. I was nerdy, short, and slender with androgynous features. I was kind of shy and never exactly popular. I had a couple of friends, but they had both already headed off on nice vacations before starting college at big schools a few hundred miles away.

At any rate, I was chilling by myself, not that I really had any other options. I was sitting in my bedroom on the bed playing an online game. My dad was off at work, not likely to be back until much later. As I sat on my bed, Tiffani walked into my room wearing shorts that didn’t even fully cover her ass cheeks and a tube top that made her boobs very apparent.

I should describe Tiffani a little better. She is about 5’2” with lots of curves. C-cup boobs and what I thought was too much makeup. Tiffani walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. I suppose a lot of guys would really enjoy that, but she was my father’s girlfriend and not really my taste in girls. I paused my game so I could figure out what her game was.

“So what is our nerdy little virgin up to today?”

“You just assume I’m a virgin?”

“Seriously, little boy, like I can’t tell?”

“I’m not a little boy, I’m eighteen.”

“I’ve known sixteen year olds who have their shit together better than you do.”

She reached out and stroked my face. I sat there shocked, afraid to move and scared not to. She leaned toward me and kissed me, sticking her tongue between my lips and ranging over me.

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken a boy’s virginity.”

“We can’t do that.”

“Are you gay or something?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Most eighteen year old virgins would just love to get in my panties – not that I’m wearing any.”

“You’re my father’s girlfriend.”

“A forty year old has experience, but can’t get it up like an eighteen year old.”

“I’m flattered, but I can’t… not with my father’s girlfriend.”

It’s not like I’m your momma, or even your step mother – at least not yet.”

I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt and Tiffani reached out and started fumbling with my belt. Look, I had no problem with losing my virginity, but not like this. Not with my dad’s girlfriend and in my own house. I didn’t expect him back any time soon, but the thought of him walking in on me fucking Tiffani scared the shit out of me.

I scrambled off the bed, trying to get as far away from her as I could. She lay there on my bed, and rolled onto her back. She lifted her hips and pulled down her teeny shorts. She indeed didn’t appear to be wearing panties. She kicked off the shorts and spread her legs, showing her shaved pussy. Then she sat up and pulled off her tube top, letting me see her boobs.

“So, little boy, are you really going to say ‘no’ to getting some of this?”

“Tiffani, look, I know you are cute and sexy, but I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can. Pull off those pants, get back here, and put that cock in my pussy.”

“It’s not right.”

“Fuck what you think is right. Get over here and do what I want you to.”

“What if my dad comes back?”

“He won’t be back for hours. You should be so lucky as to keep it up that long.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Are you really going to turn down the chance to stick that little weenie in my cunt?”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. I can see your jeans, and that cock of yours is already hard. You know you want to slide it between my pussy lips.”

I was wearing jeans and a tee, but no shoes. I bolted from my room and ran outside barefoot. I was hardly popular and didn’t have a lot of friends and none who were in town. I didn’t have phone or wallet with me, not that I had much money anyhow. I walked to a nearby park, and just hung out there. My dad would be home in a few hours, and I knew Tiffani would not mess with me with him around.

I waited until I figured he would be home then walked back. I saw his car in the driveway, so I knew he was home. I was just hoping that everything would be cool and we could pretend nothing had happened. I walked in the house to see my father standing there. He turned around and looked at me with total hatred and a face that was purple with rage.

“You disgusting son of a bitch.”

“I don’t…”

“I can’t believe my own son – my flesh and blood – would try to rape my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I saw her torn clothes and the bruises on her body as she got away from you.”

“That’s not…”

“Get your rotten ass out of my house this instant. And if you even set foot in this house or touch Tiffani, I’ll fucking kill you.”

I took a step toward my room, and my father moved toward me with utter hatred in his eyes. His hands were fists and he looked ready to beat the shit out of me. I backed up toward the front door, and he continued to move toward me. I turned and dashed out the door, slamming it behind me. I quickly moved to the sidewalk. My father opened the door and glared at me. I could see Tiffani smirking behind him.

“Don’t ever let me see you anywhere around here – ever again.” He slammed the door and locked it.

There I was, standing on the sidewalk. No shoes, no phone, no wallet, nothing but the clothes on my back. What in the hell was I supposed to do? I had no friends I could crash with so I began to walk away from what had been my home while trying to figure out if there was any alternative to trying to sleep on the streets.

Beyond the fact that I had no friends to take me in, I had few relatives in the area, and somehow I knew my father would already be telling them the lie that Tiffani had told him. I did have one cousin who lived fairly close by. The problem being that Rob had never really liked me. He always treated me with disdain and sneered at me, if he paid any attention to me at all.

I was desperate. I wasn’t sure what else to do, and I was wandering the streets barefoot. I went to Rob’s place and knocked on the door, hoping for almost anything – maybe just the cash to get some cheap shoes and a blanket. Rob opened the door and stood there looking at me, sneering and then laughing. He opened the door wider and I went in, half afraid.

“I figured I’d see your pathetic little ass at my door.”

“I hate to bother you, but I need some help.”

“I heard the story. By now, everyone you know has heard the story – not that you had many friends anyhow.”

“I didn’t really…”

“Like your pathetic little ass would try to rape Tiffani.”

“Then you know?”

“That little bitch would rip you to pieces if you tried that.”

“What can I do?”

“Well, there’s jail or trying to live on the streets. Either way you’re easy meat for anyone and anything that wants you. You might not live long, but death might be an improvement.”

“Please, can you help me?”

“You might not like the conditions of my help.”

“I’m desperate.”

“I’m sure. I can give you food and a place to stay, but you have to do everything I tell you.”

“Okay.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wha… what?”

“I’m speaking English. Take off your fucking clothes and do it now or march that ass out the door.”

All I had on was jeans, a tee shirt, and jockey shorts. Unless I could get back home, that was it. I pulled off my tee shirt. Rob took it out of my hand. He stood there impatiently, so I undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I stood there in my jockey shorts with my jeans puddle around my ankles.

“Step out of them and take off the fucking underwear.”

I didn’t feel good about what he said, but didn’t think my alternatives were much better – and probably far worse. I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them as well. I stood there naked in front of Rob. Basically, my body is skinny and pretty pathetic. Rob looked me over, snorted and shook his head. He pointed at the floor and I looked down, but wasn’t sure what he meant.

“On your hands and knees, bitch.”

I got on my hands and knees, fearful of what he had in mind, though I was pretty sure I knew. Rob got down on the floor behind me and I heard his zipper. I closed my eyes, grimaced and lowered my head. Sure enough, I felt the head of his cock at my asshole and I whimpered. He pushed the head into my ass, which hurt, though not as much as I had expected.

I felt him slowly ease his prick in me until his hips were up against my ass. He had his hands on my hips, holding me tight, not that I had any thought of escaping. I needed a place to stay and this was clearly what was going to pay my rent. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate what he was doing. He was forcing me to let him fuck my ass in exchange for letting me stay there.

What was really disturbing was that as much as I wanted to hate it, it still felt good. I could tell my dick was hard which was almost as humiliating as letting him have my ass to begin with. He started slowly, pulling nearly out before easing his cock back in my bunghole. I wanted to cry – for as much as I wanted to hate it, my body seemed to love it.

This was not my idea of how I wanted to lose my virginity, but it was how it was happening. He fucked me slowly, picking up speed as he went along, until he was pounding my ass pretty good. He was moaning loud enough to hear over my own moans. He drove his dick deep into me to cum in my ass. In one sense, I was now his – he marked me with his cum in my ass.

By this time, my upper body was slumped onto the floor as he held me tight, emptying his balls into my ass. As I thought about it, I realized this would probably not be a one-time thing. He was likely to expect this regularly for as long as he let me stay there. My ass was my ticket, whether I liked it or not. I found myself thinking that maybe I should have just fucked Tiffani, when she wanted me to. It was too late for that now though.

“Damn – that’s a nice tight ass. I’m gonna enjoy fucking that.”

“Are you done?”

“For now. We’ll do more later – count on it.”

Rob eased his cock out of my ass, then let me slump over on one side. I could feel some trickling around my ass, and assumed correctly that his cum was leaking out of me. Rob got up and pulled his pants back up. He sat down on the sofa as he looked at me still lying there on his floor, recovering.

“You need to clean up the mess on the floor.”

His cum, my cum, and our sweat, and God knows what else was on the floor where he’d been fucking me. I got up and got a couple of damp paper towels and cleaned it all up, and even wiped where his cum was still seeping from my ass.

“Get in the bathroom and clean up. Shave your face and every bit of hair from the neck down.”

“What do you mean?”

“Underarms, legs, groin, that pathetic bit of chest hair – all of it.”

“Okay.”

“There’s floral body wash. Use that when you shower.”

I went into the bathroom and saw a nice razor, which I assumed was Rob’s along with some pink disposable razors. I decided I probably should not use Rob’s razor and used a pink one instead. Shaving my face was easy and something I did even though I didn’t have much facial hair. I’d never shaved any of the rest though.

It was a little tricky shaving my underarms and very tricky shaving around my dick and balls. I had a few sprigs of chest hair, so I got rid of that. I began to shave my legs and felt weird. I was concerned about why he wanted me to do that. Then again, having already had him fuck me, what was one more indignity? He said everything below the neck, so I shaved my arms too.

I showered using the floral body wash and dried off with a bath towel there. I had no clothes in the bathroom, so I wrapped a towel around my waist to come out. I’m not sure why I bothered, given that he’d already fucked me, but I still had some modesty. As I came out, I looked where I’d left my clothes and they weren’t there. Mind you, they were pretty nasty, but still the only clothes I had.

“My clothes?”

“You mean the shit you wore here?”

“Yeah, that’s all the clothes I have.”

“I threw that shit out.”

“What am I supposed to wear?”

“First, put the fucking towel back in the bathroom. You got nothing to hide from me.”

I went back in the bathroom and hung up the wet towel. I felt weird about coming out naked, even in spite of everything. I came out to see Rob waiting impatiently.

“So what do I wear?”

“I’ve got clothes for you.”

“Your clothes won’t fit me.”

“Follow me.”

Rob was easily 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than me, and unlike me, he actually had muscles. There was no way his clothes would ever work for me. He walked in the bedroom, with me close behind, deeply worried about what he had in mind for me. As it turned out, I had every reason to feel concerned.

“I kicked my ex-girlfriend out a while back. You’re about her size and a bunch of her clothes are here, so you can wear them.”

“Girl’s clothes?”

“At least for now, you’re gonna be my girlfriend, so you might as well dress like it.”

“What about my old clothes?”

“I told you, that shit is gone. Besides, if you’re living here, you do what I want.”

Rob opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of lacy pink panties. He handed them to me and I just stood there, shocked at it all, and wondering if just maybe she had anything less girlish. I guess in a sense, I was also hoping he was kidding, but he really wasn’t. As I stood there with the panties in my hand, he also pulled out a lacy pink bra and handed that to me.

“Put the shit on, bitch, and tuck that little weenie back between your legs.”

“The bra too?”

“If I didn’t want you to wear it, I’d never have handed it to you. We’ll find something to stuff the cups.”

I pulled the panties up and tucked my wiener back between my legs. I slipped the bra on from in front, but could not figure out to fasten it in back. Rob fastened it for me, then got some socks to fill out the bra cups. It wasn’t great, but now it looked like I had boobs.

“Shit, girl. You’re gonna have to get up to speed.”

“How do girls do these things?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of practice.”

“You’re going to do this again?”

“Only as long as you live with me.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, we’ll do that too.”

Rob walked over to the closet and pulled out a skirt that stopped well before my knees, and handed that to me. Then he got a blouse and gave me that as well. I put them on even though I really didn’t want to be wearing that. Then again he told me he’d thrown out my other clothes and what else was I to wear? He found a pair of flats with an open back and open toes. They weren’t a great fit, but they were shoes.

“So I have to dress like a girl all the time?”

“If you want to stay here.”

“I don’t have any choice?”

“Sure, you can walk out the door right now and keep going.”

“In these clothes?”

“Would you rather be naked?”

“I’d rather be in boy clothes.”

“You got no more boy clothes. Those rags you wore here are gone. Leave, if you want to go. The cops will probably grab you. They’d love you in the holding cell. Make what I did earlier loving in comparison.”

“So I have to dress like a girl?”

“You have to be my girl.”

“I thought you liked girls.”

“Yeah, but I fuck girls in the ass, and in the mouth, and you got both – just no pussy.”

“You’re going to want my mouth too?”

“And I think we should start right now. Down on your knees, girl.”

I got down on my knees, not that I wanted to, but I knew I needed to. Rob unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He moved forward so his cock was right at my mouth. I hated it, but grabbed his prick and opened my mouth and took the head inside. I got as much in as I could and moved back and forth, fucking my mouth with his dick.

Rob had a satisfied moan and thrust his hips forward, getting his cock deeper in my mouth than I was really comfortable with. I tried stroking the base with my hand as I used my mouth on the rest of it. I guess I could not have been too bad. Before long, Rob grabbed my head and held it tight as he came in my mouth. After he finished cumming, he let go of my head and I pulled off him.

Rob tucked his prick back in his pants as I stood and swallowed, trying to get the cum down and the taste out of my mouth.

“That smelled and tasted like my ass.”

“That’s the last place I stuck it, so I guess it would.”

“Can I brush my teeth?”

“The pink toothbrush is Sonja’s – use that.”

“Okay.”

“By the way, you aren’t Johnny any more – now you’re Joanie. Got it?”

“You’re taking this all the way, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

I brushed my teeth with what had been Sonja’s toothbrush. I brushed my hair as best I could. Rob took me out to the car and drove us to a nearby mall.

Rob took me to a hair salon and told them to give me a more feminine cut. My hair was longish so they mostly trimmed and styled it. He gave them a little extra and told them they needed to teach me how to style it. He also told me I needed to pay attention. I can’t say I was great after they finished, but it looked good, and at least I had some idea of what they did.

Next, Rob took me to a nail place and had them give me a manicure and pedicure, putting a bright pink polish on my nails. At least I didn’t feel obliged to learn anything there. After that, he took me to a place where they pierced my ears and put in some feminine earrings. They told me how to take care of my ears while they healed.

Then he took me to a department store where they did my makeup, with Rob buying some things for me, and again telling me I needed to learn from them how to do my own makeup. By the time they finished, I looked every bit the cute girl. I guess I must have had an androgynous face with very little Adam’s apple. Looking in a mirror, I was shocked by it all.

As they finished and after Rob paid for the makeup, Rob gave me a kiss and rubbed my ass. I didn’t like it, but didn’t have much choice except to take it. Rob was hungry, as I was, and he took me to a sports bar. Rob was old enough to drink and got a beer. I wished I could have gotten something stronger than the soda I could get.

Rob was fairly well known there and a few of his friends joined us while we were there. They seemed to think I was cute and I had several of the guys flirt with me.

“Well, guy, this one isn’t as sexy as your ex, but she is cute.”

“Joanie won’t screw around on me like the bitch did. Plus she sucks my dick and lets me fuck her ass, and Sonja never liked either one.”

“Nice pussy?”

“Pussy ain’t much to speak of but damn that ass is tight and feels good.”

“If you get tired of this bozo, I might like to give that ass and mouth a try too.”

“She’s mine and she ain’t going anywhere.”

A little later, a sexy brunette came over, with a sneer on her face. She looked me up and down before turning to Rob.

“So you throw my ass out and keep a lot of my shit, now you’re giving it to this bitch.”

“I paid for that shit, so I figure it’s my shit to give away if I want.”

“You always were an asshole.”

“And you were a slut and a cheating bitch.”

“Like you weren’t fucking around behind my back too.”

Sonja turned back to me. Looked me over again, then got very close to me. I was half afraid she was going to try to scratch my eyes out or something. She looked a lot tougher than I was. She got her face inches away from my face.

“Enjoy it while you can, bitch. He’ll fuck you, then kick your ass out too.”

“As long as she sucks my dick the way she did earlier, I may just keep her.”

“Your dick is the only thing you care about.”

“That’s what a woman is for – to take care of my dick.”

Sonja turned and stormed off as Rob and some of his friends laughed. We ate and hung out for a while until Rob took me back to his place. I didn’t care much for hanging out as a girl, but while we were out, Rob wasn’t fucking me. I knew that he’d want that when we got back. We no sooner got in the door, before he was kissing me and rubbing my ass.

I almost preferred that he just fuck me. No, I didn’t want him to fuck me, but kissing and touching was too intimate. At the same time, as he kissed me, I couldn’t help but start to kiss him back. I could feel his cock getting hard in his pants, and he rubbed it up against me. We stood kissing for a while, before he led me into the bedroom.

“Okay, girl. Which do you want first, to suck me off or have me fuck your ass?”

Clearly Rob intended to do both. Given the choice, I’d rather suck his dick while it was comparatively clean. I got down on my knees and instead Rob pulled me over to the bed. He stripped and lay down on the bed with his hard cock sticking straight up in the air. I got on the bed and took his prick in my mouth. I still used my hand at the base. I could not deep throat and didn’t want to gag.

I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep in my mouth as I was able. I think I managed to get him a little deeper than I had the previous time, but not a lot. I could taste his pre-cum on his dick and there was still the slightest tang from my ass still on it too. For most of the time, he just let me suck him at my own pace.

It was going pretty well until he grabbed my head and jammed his cock so deep in my throat that I couldn’t breathe and also choked. He came in great spurts and I tried to just hang on until he loosened his hold. I pulled back and had to swallow his cum before I could even take a breath. I was starting to get a little dizzy from lack of air.

When he let go of me, I slumped over on the bed and tried to recover. I panted for a couple of minutes as he lay there with his prick deflating. As I caught my breath and he recovered from his orgasm, he rolled over and unzipped my skirt. He lifted on my hips and I raised them from the bed and he pulled my skirt off. He took off my blouse as well, and I lay there in bra and panties.

“That was great, Joanie, baby. It’s just too bad you don’t have boobs and a pussy, because I’d sure love to use those if you did.”

“That’s not what I was born with.”

“Maybe we can do something about that.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Don’t get your panties all in a wad.”

“It’s bad enough that I’m wearing panties.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Fuck.”

“Once my prick recovers, we will.”

“That’s the way it’s going to be?”

“You had choices. You still got choices. You don’t like it, put your clothes back on and walk that ass out of here.”

I had nothing to say. I had nowhere else to go. Even if there was a homeless shelter anywhere close, which there wasn’t, what would they think of me walking in there in full drag? They’d probably throw my ass back out on the street. I was stuck. I was fucked. And I was about to have Rob fuck me again. I lay there silent for several minutes, until Rob decided he was ready.

He fucked my ass twice more that night, before he was tired enough to get some sleep. I guessed I probably was better off. I was being fucked, but he was comparatively gentle about it and I got food and lodging out of it all. Would I rather have gone without being ass fucked? No doubt, but that didn’t seem to be an option.

…………………………………………………………………………………..

So I became Rob’s girl, even if I didn’t want to think of myself as a girl. I dressed as a girl, used makeup and fixed hair and such. I became responsible for doing cleaning at Rob’s place, including laundry. He made me learn to cook and I began to do the cooking as well. After a short time, he told me I needed to find a job.

“Look, with you here, there’s more expense for food, water, electricity, and shit.”

“But wouldn’t that mean…?”

“You’d be looking for a job as Joanie – as a girl.”

“I don’t know what kind of job I’d be qualified for.”

“Sales clerk in a store. Dumb ass office work. That kind if shit.”

“So when did you want me to start?”

“As soon as you can find a fucking job, girl.”

“I guess I could begin.”

“What do you mean, guess? Get your fucking ass out there tomorrow and start to work right away.”

“And the money I make?”

“A chunk of it comes to me to pay for this place. The rest is yours for your hair, nails, clothes, and makeup.”

I went looking for a job the next day. Rob had no computer, so I went to the library and used their computers to scour job postings. I could apply for some online, but others I had to show up in person. A few times I managed to get interviews and worried that someone would figure out I was a guy in women’s clothes. If anyone did, they didn’t say anything.

Part of the issue was that Rob worked days and wanted me back at his place most evenings. That ruled out fast food places that would make me work evenings and weekends. It took a while before I was able to line up a day job. I did have some computer skills so I managed a low level office job. It also meant I was around guys all day, including some who thought they should be able to date me.

“You and I should have a drink after work sometime.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can – very easy.”

“I’m under the drinking age in this state.”

“We just need to get you a good fake ID.”

“And the guy I live with wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

“He expects me to come home after work.”

“Just tell him you’re going out with the girls.”

“Not unless you show up in a dress.”

“Don’t be that way, Joanie.”

“Not happening. Rob is too jealous.”

“You should be able to find a way.”

“I don’t want to find a way. I appreciate the offer though.”

He was far too typical of those guys who tried to chase me. Mercifully the office had a contingent of gay men, so I mostly tried to hang out with them at work. They helped run off some of the guys who clearly wanted to get in my panties. Shit, it was bad enough having Rob fuck me, even if I was reaching the point where I mostly enjoyed it. And most of those guys would not appreciate my having a cock.

A couple of weeks after I began living with Rob, he came home with a bottle of pills. He told me I needed to take one and that I’d be taking them regularly from now on. That puzzled me. I had no health issues so I wasn’t sure why I needed any pills.

“What is this pill?”

“It’s a pill you need to take.”

“What does it do?”

“It makes you a better you.”

“Why do I need to take it?”

“Because I told you to take it.”

“It’s not some weird way to get high, is it?”

“It won’t make you high.”

He was very adamant, so I took one. I felt a little funny, but there didn’t seem to be any ill effects, so I figured it was easier to take the damn things to make him happy. I didn’t really notice much of anything at first. Then I noticed that I seemed to have less body and facial hair to worry about. That was a positive and saved me some time and effort.

I noticed some tenderness around my nipples, which puzzled me. Then very slowly, I began to develop boobs. I seemed to add fat around my hips and my face looked a little different. My skin got softer and a bit drier, and my balls seemed to shrink. As it turned out, Rob had put me on hormones to feminize me. Rob was turning me into what he wanted me to be.

I still had a penis, but in most other ways, I was becoming more and more a woman. Rob told me I needed to do a legal name change from Johnny to Joanie. It cost me a couple hundred dollars but I did it. I suppose at times even I wondered why I did some of these things. I still had no better place to go, and even though I was working, I didn’t make enough to afford my own place.

I wasn’t sure how I would even be able to return to being a guy. In one sense, I was actually becoming the girl that Rob wanted me to be. Why did he keep doing this instead of tiring of me and throwing me out? I suppose because he wanted a fully compliant person as a lover. While he might have preferred a ‘real’ woman, what he wanted was a woman of some sort who would do what he wanted.

After about six months, I had boobs and in name and most everything else was a woman except between my legs. One Saturday, Rob and I were sitting at what I was now thinking of as our place, when there was a knock at the door. I never had friends over, but Rob occasionally did. Rob had a strange smile and told me to answer the door.

I opened the door to find my father and Tiffani standing outside. I just stood there shocked for a few seconds before Rob spoke.

“Well are you going to fucking let them in?”

I stepped aside and opened the door wider. My father and Tiffani walked in. My father sneered as he looked me over carefully. He laughed and shook his head as he looked at me. Tiffani had a smirk as she looked me over. They came in and dad took a seat on the couch beside Rob, as Tiffani stood nearby. I closed the door, but stood near the door.

I wanted to run. I wanted to run far away. I wanted to run to where no one knew me – no one who had known me as I had once been. I was ashamed of what I had become. I was a girl and I was Rob’s compliant slut. Someone he could fuck at will – someone who was in no position to deny him anything – someone who would be and do whatever he wanted.

“I suppose I should have known what a faggot my so-called son really was.”

“I’m trying to help her become what she truly is. You can see the results.”

“Well, Tiff, honey, maybe you should have let her fuck you. Maybe she wouldn’t have turned out to be quite so big a fag.”

“I doubt that it would have really mattered.”

“So you fuck her as a girl?”

“She has a mouth and ass and I use them whenever I want – just no pussy – not yet anyhow.”

“I mean, you dress her up like a girl, but – “

“It goes farther than that. Take off your blouse and bra, Joanie.”

“You... you want me to,,,?”

“You heard me, take it fucking off.”

I just stood there for a few seconds before Rob glared at me. I had on a pullover top, and pulled it up over my head and took it off. Rob held out his hand, and I handed it to him. I stood there in my bra, skirt and panties until Rob made an impatient gesture. I started to turn away from them to unfasten my bra, but Rob didn’t like that.

“Face this way, girl.”

I faced them as I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. It started to slip forward, though truthfully I didn’t want to uncover my boobs in front of them. Rob held out his hand again and I took the bra off, putting my arm across my boobs, to hide them. I had actually gotten to a small b-cup, but I was ashamed of being a boy with boobs.

“Put your hands to your side, girl.”

I moved my hands to my sides, completely uncovering my boobs. I could feel tears of shame starting to form on my eyes as I stood there. Tiffani walked over to me and put her hands on my boobs. She ran her thumbs over the nipples and massaged the boobs themselves. I was shocked that Tiffani had anything resembling interest in my boobs. She turned back to Rob and my dad.

“They have a nice feel. Natural?”

“I’ve had her on hormones and she grew them herself.”

“I bet you like playing with these.”

“She gets off on having me play with them too.”

That was true. Once I started to develop boobs, Rob loved playing with them. I was surprised at how good it felt when he did play with them. I couldn’t get a hard-on or ejaculate any more so most of my pleasure came from Rob paying with my boobs and from Rob fucking my ass. My pathetic little weenie had become nothing but an afterthought.

Rob never had any interest in my penis, and never touched it in any way. Early on, I would stroke myself when I could. I began thinking about girls and how I’d like to fuck them with my penis. The longer I went, the less I thought about girls and the more I thought about Rob or some other guy fucking my ass. Now I couldn’t even get it up to stroke to orgasm.

My father got up off the couch and walked over to me. I wanted to get away from him, but Tiffani had put her arm around me and was holding onto me. As he got to me, he looked at me and sneered again them reached out and grabbed my boobs. He was not as sweet and gentle as Tiffani, and roughly pawed them. I couldn’t believe my own father would grab my boobs like that.

“Nice boobs. Kind of small though. Tiffani has much nicer boobs.”

“And I expect you to give my boobs plenty of nice attention when we get home.”

I could feel my face flush as my father continued to play with my titties. I felt trapped and used – not just by Rob, but now by my father and Tiffani as well. Rob sat on the sofa holding on to my top and my bra as daddy got off on my humiliation. Finally, I guess he figured he had humiliated me enough and he let go of me and went back to the sofa.

“You should consider having her get implants.”

“I like the real ones. Nice to know I’m grabbing flesh, not just salt water or silicone.”

“Hey, Tiff, you ought to show our little girl what nice boobs look like.”

Tiffani was still standing beside me and she was wearing a tube top, clearly with no bra. She pulled up her top to show me her boobs, which I had seen months earlier when she tried to seduce me. She reached out, grabbed my hands and put them on her boobs. I was frozen and didn’t know what to do. She held my hands tight, so I couldn’t easily pull away.

She let go of one of my hands and reached out and grabbed one of my boobs with that hand. She began to massage that boob, as I stood there with my hands still on her breasts. She grabbed my other boob with her other hand and then got very close to me with her boobs rubbing against my chest as my boobs rubbed against hers.

She then pulled me close and began to kiss me. I couldn’t help but kiss her back. She let her hands run down my back and began to squeeze my ass. Rob and my father sat there watching this whole thing as Tiffani made out with me. My hands moved down to her sides and rested on her hips. I felt weird making out with this woman particularly with an audience.

“Too bad you haven’t taken her all the way.”

“We’re not there yet.”

“If you did, we could have some girl-on-girl action and have some real fun from there.”

“That’d be something to watch.”

“I’d love to have her lick my pussy and I’d lick hers if she had one.”

“I… I don’t… have one.”

“Then after fucking me, you’d stick your dick in your little girl’s pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Tiff, baby, you know me too well.”

“Maybe we can get together for some fun down the road.”

I dreaded the thought of exactly what kind of fun that might be. As it was, I was having more fun than I wanted, even if I did seem to get physical pleasure from it. Tiffani let go of me and pulled her tube top back down over her boobs, while I stood there topless. My father and Rob got up off the sofa and walked to the door. Tiffani whispered to me before she joined them.

“Now don’t you wish you’d taken my offer when you had the chance?”

Rob grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the door. They opened the door, which meant I was standing topless in front of an open door. One of our neighbors walked by, glanced in, and was shocked to see me topless. He paused for a few seconds, with a big grin on his face, before he left. Tiffani kissed me again before she left.

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Things more or less went back to normal. Sadly, perhaps, I was beginning to see living as a girl to be normal. I worked during the day, and I cooked and cleaned at night. Rob fucked my ass and mouth every night. We went out once or twice a week. Somehow I was feeling that being Rob’s lover was my normal. Was it a normal I would have chosen? No, but it was the normal I had.

I realized that I would never again live as a male. Too much had happened and I had gone through too many changes to ever go back. With what I was making, I couldn’t afford to live on my own. I wasn’t going to find any other lovers as I was. Seriously, I was somewhere part way between being male and being female. No women would want me this way, and neither would most men.

Essentially, I was dependent on Rob for any sort of life. I couldn’t imagine ever moving back to my father’s house, even if he would let me – not after having had him grope my boobs the way he did. Before I was compliant, but now I was even more so. I wanted and needed Rob to be happy with me. If he wasn’t happy, I wasn’t sure what I would do.

The first time Rob said he wished I had a pussy so I would be all girl and he could fuck that too, I was appalled. The more I thought about it the more I realized that if I stayed as I was, halfway there, then Rob would get tired of me and kick me out. I felt almost desperate not to be kicked out and to keep Rob happy with me.

So as he talked about me getting the surgery to get a pussy, I agreed. What did it matter to me? My cock was useless and in another sense, the idea of having him fuck something other than my mouth or my ass was appealing. It was more like having a real lover. It wasn’t cheap though, and I had to be certified through a doctor.

I visited a doctor and went through everything I had to. I showed how long I had been living as a female. He saw the effects of hormone therapy, and I assured him that was what I really wanted. As it turned out, Rob had been preparing for this and had saved most of the money necessary for the surgery. We scheduled it and I went under the knife.

Of course they invert the skin from the penis to make a vagina and use the skin from the testicles to make the labia. In spite of the drugs, I woke up really hurting down there. My new pussy was off limits for a while and that area was so sore, even my ass was out of commission. Rob was reduced to using my mouth until I could handle having him in my ass again.

I used a dilator, basically a dildo, to keep my pussy stretched out and ready for Rob’s cock eventually. Frankly, the dilator hurt like hell at first, then the pain gradually eased. Even though my pussy wasn’t usable yet, something changed in Rob. I became more his real lover and not just someone he used for sex. And I really felt like Rob’s girl and wanted to be his girl.

It took a couple of months before the doctor said my pussy was ready. Rob took me to a nice dinner, rather than just me cooking or going to some sports bar. At the restaurant, he held my hand going in and held my chair for me as I sat. He kissed me before sitting down and holding my hand. I really was a girl on a date with a guy.

We had a nice dinner, then went to see a movie. Rob put up the armrest between our seats and put his arm around me. He held me close and I really felt like his girlfriend. He kissed me a few times and I found myself reveling in the attention. It was like a sea change in our relationship, and I was someone he seemed to truly care about.

We got back to our place and no sooner got in the door before he was kissing me. Not only did I kiss him back, I welcomed his kisses. I wanted him to kiss me and to make love to me – now, tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. I was his, not only in body, but in heart and spirit as well. We stood kissing for a long time before he moved me into the bedroom.

He sweetly lay me down on the bed and lay down beside me. Rob resumed kissing me as he ran his hand over my boobs. I was dressed, but it still felt wonderful, even through blouse and bra. He ran his hands all over my body, and down over my groin. I felt strange tingles the first time he did that, but it felt great and I spread my legs.

Rob put his hand on my leg and ran it up under my skirt, until he reached my panties. For the first time I really felt like a woman being loved by a man. Rob never touched me between the legs before my operation or while I was healing, so this was a first. I began to breathe harder and even spread my legs farther apart.

He slipped his fingers under the elastic on the leg of my panties and I found I really wanted him to touch my pussy. He ran his fingers just under the edge, back and forth as I moaned and thrust my hips to try to get his fingers closer to my pussy. He kept teasing me and would not touch me directly. He pulled his fingers out and eased them over the silk of the panties, nearing but never touching my pussy.

I was almost going crazy with lust, wanting him to touch me there. Instead, he pulled his hand from under my skirt and began to unbutton my blouse he kissed his way from my lips down my neck to the top of my blouse. He paused until he had it unbuttoned then he opened it wide and kissed his way to the edge of my bra.

I pushed forward trying to get him to touch even more and he slipped my blouse off and unhooked my bra. That made me sigh with relief as he pulled my bra off me. He began to kiss my right breast as his right hand caressed my left one. For the first time ever, I truly felt like a woman who was having a man make love to her.

Rob kissed my nipple, then kissed all round the boob, before coming back to lightly bite the nipple. That made me gasp and he seemed to enjoy that, spending a lot of time of that titty, kissing, licking and biting it. Finally he moved over to the other one, though the first dearly missed his attention. He tried to make up for it by doing much the same to that one.

Look, I’d had boobs for almost a year by now, and Rob had seemed to enjoy them, but for some reason, he now seemed to take an even greater interest in them. I loved what he was doing to them – I mean I enjoyed it even before, but it was now a whole other level of pleasure. I really felt like Rob’s woman and wanted even more.

After a while, he continued to make love to my boobs, but reached down and unzipped my skirt. He stopped adoring my boobs and looked at me. I lifted my hips off the bed and he pulled down my skirt and panties. He took them all the way off me and I spread my legs as wide as they would go. He smiled at me as he edged his hand down my body to near the center of my being.

He paused as he neared my pussy and I whined and thrust my hips forward. After all I had been through, I wanted and needed him to truly love me as a woman. He took a single finger and ran it down just to the side of my pussy. I twisted and squirmed to try to get him to touch my cunt, but he held off on touching it directly, teasing and almost torturing me with desire.

I was ready to beg. I needed him that badly. He brought the finger over and moved up the center of my slit. Finally, he was there, and I melted into his touch. He stroked it gently few times before slightly parting the labia with his finger. I wanted him in me, and wanted it desperately – not just his finger but his cock too.

Having him stroke my cunt was great, and I certainly didn’t want that to stop, but I wanted even more. He continued to kiss me, but his focus and mine as well was on his hand running over my pussy. Look, from the time I came to his apartment more than a year earlier, Rob had been fucking me. In the early days, I really felt I was being used. Now I felt I was being loved.

He just stroked my pussy for a long time before he eased his middle finger into me. I began to move my hips as he started to finger fuck me. This was so much better than the dilator I’d been putting in there. Sure, there dilator was bigger, but this was phenomenal. I lost myself to the feel of his finger until I came to a genuine female orgasm.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before and I was sorry I’d never had the chance to feel it until now. It started in my cunt and radiated out over my whole body. I arched my back and lifted my ass clear off the bed before dropping back and having the feeling take hold of me completely. I gasped for air and may have even blacked out for a time.

When my senses returned Rob was naked and ranging over me. He slowly lowered his body and I grabbed his cock and guided it into my cunt, lifting up again to get it deeper in me. It didn’t take long for hip to get all the way in and I could feel his balls slapping me under my snatch. I looked at him and he smiled at me, then tenderly kissed me before started to fuck my little slit.

I became one with my pussy. It was not just the center of my pleasure but the center of my being. I’d had Rob’s cock in my ass and mouth more times than I could count, but the feel of it in my quim was like nothing I’d ever felt in life. I loved having it in there and wanted it there for as long as he could manage. Without even realizing what I was doing, I wrapped my legs around him and fucked him back.

I came again as he came with a gush and filled my cunt with his cum. It felt so right like that was how it should always be and always have been. Tears of joy ran down my face as I felt his prick continue to twitch inside me. Finally the world returned and I lay there with Rob on me and my pussy feeling quite satisfied. He kissed me then smiled and looked at me.

“So, did you like that?”

“Can we do it again?”

“Once my dick recovers.”

“I loved this.”

“I like your mouth and your ass, but I’ve really wanted a cunt to fuck for such a long time.”

“My cunt is yours, along with my ass, my mouth, my boobs and anything else you want, any time you want.”

Rob rolled off me, pulling his cock out of my very needy pussy. He stroked my body, paying special attention to my boobs and my slit. I kept myself wide open for him and reached out to delicately touch his prick, which had gotten soft along with being rather messy. I bent down to take it in my mouth and clean it off. I think that was the first time I voluntarily went down on him.

He caressed my hair as my mouth made love to his rod. After a little while, he pulled me up beside him again and kissed me some more. He fucked my pussy twice more, before fucking my ass once. Even that seemed somehow different. Eventually we fell asleep with Rob spooning me and holding one of my boobs.

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We awoke the next morning and he tenderly made love to me again before we showered together. I went down on him in the shower and he leaned back against the wall and filled my mouth with yet another load of cum. Normally, I’d dress after showering, but I wanted to stay naked, hoping he’d continue to fuck me, which he did throughout the day.

“I know there were times when I treated you badly, Joanie.”

“That’s all in the past now.”

“Before you came here, I knew you were really a girl. I could see it, but you never seemed to understand or admit it. Once I had the chance, I had to begin to turn you into the girl I knew you were.”

“I didn’t like it at first, but didn’t think I had any other choice.”

“Now you’re a girl, and you’re all girl.”

“Does that mean I’m going to be your girl?”

“Do you want to be?”

“I want to be your girl for as long as you’ll have me.”

“We’re cousins so we can’t marry.”

“And I can’t have your babies, though I wish I could.”

“That’s okay. We’ll get by.”

“But please don’t share me with my father.”

“I don’t intend to share you with anyone.”

“Then I’m your forever.”

Rob kissed me, picked me up carried me to the bedroom and tenderly made love to me.

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If you had told me at the start of all this that I’d feel like I was in love with Rob and that he was in love with me, I’d have thought you were quite insane. But I expect to live with him as his wife for a long time to come.

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