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Being a Woman

By: namowa



My exams were over and I was out of high school. It was just then that we had to relocate elsewhere, to another city quite far off. 'We' consisted of my dad, mom and I. I had crossed eighteen a few months back and felt I had sufficiently grown up, having now completed school and having attained the age that always held 'kids' back. Yet, these things did not help me in being bigger or stronger physically, and I continued to possess a rather frail, almost feminine look which, on occasions, became the butt of much mirth and teasing among my friends. Relocating elsewhere helped me now to get out of this 'baggage' that seemed to have stuck to me since childhood.

I am Paul. I have, as I just told you, crossed eighteen. My genes, somehow, haven't been too kind towards me and haven't helped me possess a manly figure as boys my age would want. Just around 5'4" in height, slim to the extent that it could be seen as a weakling, with blonde hair that I preferred to keep long and expressive green eyes, I got indifference from both boys and girls alike and, naturally, I kept myself isolated and remained an accepted introvert. It didn't help that while boys of my class and age underwent physical changes in the growth of facial hair or on their chest and arms, these seemed elusive to me. Even when their voice started to crack, mine didn't take that manly tone but was softer. To make matters worse, my smile had a girlish look to it, making me more effeminate because of the small dimples that formed easily.

No matter how much I longed to prove myself as a real 'man' there could be no escaping the fact that certain events recently led me to believe that it's best that you accept circumstances without too much regret.

Just before relocating to this new city, I was sent off by my parents to visit my uncle and his family who lived in the south. It was rarely that we got to see each other, and so there was more unfamiliarity that surrounded our relationship than the binding of a close family. It was more than five years that we got to see each other last and it was natural that there were expressions of both surprise and affection when my uncle picked me up at the bus stand.

"Hi Paul! It's nice that you could make this trip. Both your Aunt Melinda and I were so keen to see you," he said as he embraced me.

"I was keen to see you all too!" I said," I really wanted to come here."

"You know how affectionate she is and, nowadays, she easily seems to despair, thinking she'll never be able to see you all again," Uncle Alex said.

We are soon driving along the road and countryside, for Uncle Alex had a small farm where he had lived all throughout his life. Aunt Melinda was from the city but she had quickly adapted to the countryside, making the farm a lovely place to stay. Their only daughter Joanne, however, was academically bent and, after high school, had left for higher education elsewhere. Joanne would occasionally come to the farm, whenever she got a break. Joanne was about five years elder to me and, from the snaps that I saw of her, she was a pretty lady and, almost of my height and just as slim. When I visited Uncle Alex, she was in her college and there was hardly any chance of her coming to visit her parents at that time.

I hadn't been to the farm since when I was a kid of around six or seven and I was overwhelmed when we drove in through a wooden gate. It was lush green all around, the winds helping the stalks on the cornfield to wave and dance, as we drove past the barn, which had recently received a coat of brown paint. Driving past a stretch of road that was lined with trees, the house sprung up right in front.

Aunt Melinda was overjoyed to see me. Warmly embracing me, she enquired about Dad and Mom, recollecting how they had spent a great time together when we last visited them. She then took me upstairs, telling me that since Joanne was not here it would be more comfortable for me to stay there. Realizing how exhausted I was, she caringly suggested that I have a quick bath and supper and pack off for bed and sleep. After supper, I was unable to remain awake and went to sleep immediately.

When I got up early the next morning, both my uncle and aunt were asleep. Wondering what to do, I flipped through a few girlie magazines that belonged to Joanne, magazines on fashion and lingerie, which lay around the room. My interest was soon bubbling. I flipped over the pages, showing slim and beautiful models in the sexiest lingerie, in very revealing postures. Each snap surpassed the other one, and I gaped in excitement. I couldn't help it but soon the imagination took wings and I visualized myself in some of this lingerie. There was one, in particular, that showed a blonde model with green eyes, in the most exotic lingerie I could imagine beside a superbly chiseled giant of man, all muscles really, holding her by the waist. The man was wearing the tiniest of briefs and frankly, it was not impossible to guess what it hid. I realized that there was a surge of excitement and I couldn't take my eyes off these snaps. Embarrassingly, a spot of wetness had spread across the front of the shorts that I was wearing. If my excitement went on increasing at this rate, I thought, very soon I would have to seek relief. I kept aside the magazine and walked across to the window, trying to divert my attention elsewhere. The early morning had just made its presence and, for a while, it helped to calm my surging sexual thoughts. The view outside was perfect, with greenery all around, distant hills, grazing cattle, chirruping birds and more and I was, momentarily, taken aback by the beauty that nature had spread in front of my eyes.

Yet, it was another area of nature, and that is human nature, which drew my attention away. Soon, I was engulfed in thoughts that frequently occupy the mind of the young, of boys particularly, and once again I thought of the women in lingerie ... and the hulk holding a model by the waist. I was left with a tearing urge to wear a pair, if I could get one readily, to see myself wearing one and to have a hulk holding me as well by the waist. This urge was irresistible and I flicked over the pages of the magazine once again, till it came and rested on the page that was the center of my interest. I could hardly take my eyes off - the wildest imaginations taking shape, no matter how fanciful these were, of the model draped in the sexy lingerie and the hulk holding her by the waist. As I lay bent on the bed, the magazine held in front, my thighs involuntarily started to frequently come closer, rubbing against each other, and generating a unique sensation of desire. 

It occurred to me, consciously I would think, that this was Joanne's room, the room of a girl. Surely my cousin sister wouldn't have taken all her clothing and inner garments with her to the university where she was studying. I quickly jumped out of the bed, almost floating to the wardrobe at the corner of the room. As I pulled a drawer, I was overjoyed to see that this was not locked. The top drawer was hardly of any interest to me, just a few old letters, a couple of diaries and other general utilities. It was a huge disappointment - I felt I was badly let down by my sister and couldn't hide my mock anger as I cried 'shit' as I pushed it in again.

I pulled at the knob of the second drawer and, as it slowly opened in front of my eyes, almost like a pandora's box, I was amazed to see the array of inner clothing that lay neatly arranged inside. Here was an assortment of lingerie that I could only get to see and touch in shops, not in my house surely. Varieties from the best in market were a feast for my eyes. If I had suffered from moments of anger at my earlier disappointment, I was now filled with gratitude and joy, as I kept touching these pieces, feeling their softness, texture and admiring their designs.

Soon, I had picked up a pair, an exotic one made of alluring laces. I held the bra on my naked chest as I stood in front of the mirror. A tingling sensation, as it brushed my nipples, was overwhelming. I had to wear the pair, it was impossible to stop now. I almost tore away the briefs that I had been wearing when I found that my penis, at just four inches, was very hard and now smeared with my oozing precum. Realizing that the lacy boy short would be spoilt if I wore it at this level of my excitement, I stopped for a while, wondering what I could do to prevent my sister from knowing. I remembered having seen something in the first drawer of Joanne's wardrobe. I dashed across, quickly opening the first drawer. One of the utilities that I found inside was an open carton of 'Always' disposable pads. Obviously, a few had been used by my sister but, even now, there remained quite a few. I pulled out one, the bare touch making my cock throb a bit. Hurriedly, I attached the pad to the inside of that alluring lace boy short. Soon, it was sliding up my legs and thighs, creating an arousal that I found difficult to subdue, till it came and hugged my hips and the pad placed snugly on my leaking cock. I felt relieved and comfortable, running a hand along the front of the boy short. Picking up the bra, I pushed in my arms through the straps, adjusting the cups to sit nicely over my nipples, before putting my hands behind to hook the ends at the back. It would be so wonderful if the cups were really as full as they are in women, I craved inwardly. I had bundled my hair into a pony tail when I went to sleep but now I opened it, allowing my hair to fall on my shoulders. I came and stood in front of the mirror.

What I saw not only created a deep arousal but I realized that this is what I wanted all along - to be a girl. No matter the anger or ill feelings that I felt towards my friends who had teased me, there could be no doubt that, in the core of my mind, this deep longing had always remained. May be sexual thoughts were an outward manifestation of that wish and longing, but even excluding that particular thought, there still remained a deep and true wish to be a woman! In time, I would be one fully, I promised myself.

Just at that moment, Aunt Melinda was outside the door of my room before she knocked and I heard her caring voice call out, "Paul, get up, breakfast's ready."

She must have been up and working for quite some time now, I thought, before I hurried into the toilet, picking up my jeans and shirt of the previous day. I would have to escape her attention for she would be in a shock if she found me in the dress I was in.

"Paul, are you up?" her voice was now concerned.

"I am in the wash room Aunt Melinda, I'll be out shortly," I shouted from behind the closed door.

What if she walked in? Where could I keep the lingerie set that I was wearing so that these did not fall in her eyes? Would the washroom be safe enough? Rapid questions floated through my mind. In the end, I decided to keep wearing the set. Both the jeans and the shirt were thick enough to hide the truth of my undergarments. So it was that I walked out of my room wearing the lingerie set underneath my jeans and dark colored checks. I had buttoned up my shirt fully so that absolutely nothing would be revealed. My hair still remained open, falling on my shoulders. I was soon downstairs, wishing a very good morning to Uncle Alex before walking into the kitchen and wishing Aunt Melinda. Soon, we were having breakfast together. 

The strange thing was that while Aunt Melinda was so caring and oozing love at each stage, Uncle Alex seemed distant. In fact, his behavior the previous today was in stark contrast to his current behavior. He was having his breakfast quietly, letting Aunt Melinda do the talking. Now and then, he looked up, but his eyes never roamed elsewhere but they remained fixed on me and my face. Soon, I felt uneasy, thinking that perhaps he knew, or at least guessed, that I was wearing lingerie beneath my shirt and jeans. May be this came out of a sense of my own guilt.Hesitatingly, I ran my fingers along the length of the buttons, trying to check without looking if each one was fully in their holes.

"Paul," Aunt Melinda said, "You have grown up, my boy. Very ...umm , shall we say, nice looking. Hasn't he, Alex?"

Uncle Alex took the last sip of his coffee, stared at me with a pair of cold eyes, before he stood up.

"Nice would be an understatement, my dear. I think he looks very pretty and, frankly, he looks like a girl," he muttered and walked across to his favorite couch and lit his pipe.

I think Aunt Melinda was a trifle embarrassed at the words of her husband. But I think I was more embarrassed than her and the flush in my face was clearly evident. I wished I hadn't come visiting my aunt and uncle.

Luckily, at that moment, I could hear the neighing of a horse just outside the hall where we sat. It gave us an opportunity to divert our attention from what we were talking about. I got up from my chair and ambled across the room and to the door to have a glimpse of this unannounced visitor.

My first look revealed that a very big and strong man, with a hat on his head and wearing riding boots, had come on horse back to my uncle's farm. My second look was more analytical. Here was a man, around fifty years in age, who was more than six and half feet tall, he had a massive chest, his arms even under the shirt that he was wearing couldn't hide the rippling muscles and his wrist was thick and wide. He looked at me with his blue eyes before he raised his hat, smiled widely and then bowed.

"How do you do, Miss. Would Alex be around this morning?" he asked.

"I am Paul," I tried to correct and also introduce myself, hoping that my name would make it clear that I was not a girl. Yet, seeing this man brought feelings that I had experienced earlier, a while age, in this very house. He is just as muscular as that hulk in the magazine, I thought.

"Ah! Paul... I am sorry but at first I thought ... well it's like this ... You do look like a girl and a rather pretty one too," the man said, the smile still lingering on his face.

At that moment, Uncle Alex had walked out and welcomed this man with a big smile on his face.

"Come in Brad. How are ya Buddy? Meet my nephew Paul. He'll be staying with us for about two weeks, enjoying his holidays, I am sure. And Paul, Brad here is my neighbor; he owns the farm beside mine just beyond that small hillock that you can see from your room." Uncle Alex's introduction was short.

We spent some time together, the four of us, enjoying breakfast and chatting and laughing. They wanted to know about my childhood, school and studies and things that I liked. I got to know a lot of the things I didn't know about Uncle Alex and Aunt Melinda. Even Uncle Brad, for that's what I called him, spoke a lot about his farm. He was sitting beside me and, at one point, much to my discomfort and fear, his hand fell casually across my shoulders. I knew instantly that it was just a matter of time before my little secret would be out. I was about to get up, carrying the dishes, when he held me back with a vice like grip on my shoulder. A finger ran along the length of my shoulders, very casually though, but suddenly froze as it touched the strap of the bra. I think he was surprised and wanted to check if his surmise was correct. He ran the finger along again and, to be doubly sure, he ran the finger on the other side of the shoulder as well. Soon, the hand ran down my back, checking on the hooks that held the bra. He was now certain that his buddy's nephew was wearing a bra underneath the shirt. But he didn't utter a word, didn't express or show any sign of surprise - he just let me enjoy my secret. I warmed up to this man, grateful that he had protected me from extreme embarrassment in front of my uncle and aunt.

My face flushed, I got up now, carrying the dishes to the kitchen and sink, but Uncle Brad got up too.

"Come, let me help you," he said.

When we reached the kitchen sink, neither Uncle Alex nor my Aunt were visible, the walls of the kitchen coming between us. It was then that Brad put the palm of his hand on my butt. He ran it along, and satisfied that I was wearing some form of lingerie underneath, turned my face around and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I bet you would be looking damn sexy in lingerie. Gosh! I got to see you in them soon," he hissed. 

I ran out of the kitchen, my face flushed once again, as Big Brad followed me. I came and slumped into the chair and he came and sat beside me. Uncle Alex had taken his pipe and was packing tobacco into it.

"Paul, I feel bad to tell you, but Melinda and I shall be off for a couple of days. She has not been keeping well lately, as you have seen and I'll have to take her to the city hospital," Uncle Alex was saying.

"I had hoped to avoid this till after you visited us. But, I think it would be unwise to delay. Could you look after yourself for a couple of days?" he asked.

Now, I am a guy who is easily scared. And staying alone, in this countryside, with hardly a soul around, would become a nightmare. I didn't know what to say. 

"Alex, don't worry. Paul will have Uncle Brad around to take care. If necessary, I'll stay over at your place. Or, if Paul wants, he can come over to my place. Isn't that so Paul?" Brad volunteered.

I thought of the lingerie hugging me at that moment and all the exquisite pieces lying to be explored in Joanne's wardrobe. Fleeting thoughts went back to the magazine and that 'hulk' holding a model's waist. A flash fantasy of Uncle Brad similarly holding my waist seemed to come and go. The comforting yet exciting words," Paul will have Uncle Brad around to take care" were ringing sweetly in my ears. The touch of his roving palm on my butt while in the kitchen was still fresh in my mind.

I nodded my head, "Much as I would like to have you stay, it's more important that Aunt Melinda gets her treatment. I am sure I'll be okay ... with Uncle Brad around." 

"Done," said Uncle Alex.

Underneath the table, Uncle Brad's hand was already on my thighs, eager and probing.

(End of Chapter One)

Being a Woman Ch. 02



My first effort had evoked encouraging and a couple of disparaging remarks from those who had read my post. I am overwhelmed by those who have encouraged me to write again and am thankful even to those who have been suggestive. Even established writers make errors; I make no pretension of being one, so I was prone to make far more mistakes. Thanks for bearing with me. I wrote because I wanted to, wanting my mind to freely flow and share whatever it wanted to tell. These thoughts and plot are my very own, not borrowed from someone - I say this honestly. If, coincidentally, it seemed familiar then it occurred unknowingly. Whenever human characters are involved, there has to be some similarity in their nature - behavior, wants, sexual desires, hunger, love, and on the opposite side of the coin - depravity, perversity, taboos or whatever. 

Paul, in this story, is one among us. He may be different but he is not an exception, his urges may not be normal but he is not weird, he may not behave like a man but he is still a human being. Ultimately, he will lead his life his own way, with or without interference.

Thanks once again to those who encouraged me to continue; I might have discontinued altogether had it not been for them. Now, as far as I am concerned, even if one person encourages me to write, I will do so... for him or her, because I know someone would want me to.

***

I felt uneasy with the big hand roaming freely over my thigh, the fingers softly playing with the insides and attempting to move them further inside. I couldn't deny that this 'fondling' was rapidly increasing my own hardness that lay covered inside the lacy boy shorts that I was wearing, snuggling in the comforts of the soft girlie pad that hugged it. But, I was overcome with a fear. For, any moment, my aunt and uncle would notice that not everything was normal between their nephew and their very close neighbor. I tried to push his hand away, even trying to shift a bit, but it only made him grip my thigh roughly. Seizing the moments when my relatives were looking elsewhere, I looked at him, almost begging him to stop. But he was expressionless, giving no indication of the mischief that he was indulging in. I had to escape, at least for now. I pushed back my chair and, without any warning, got up quickly. The probing hand dropped by his side. While I couldn't see the almost certain bulge of this big man underneath the table cover, there was a revealing small one in the front of my jeans that he noticed when I stood up. He smiled knowingly.

"Excuse me. I'll be back from my room in a jiffy," I rushed upstairs, escaping from the enquiring look of Aunt Melinda and the mischievous one from Brad.

"Would you like to go for a horse ride, Paul," Brad was asking loudly behind my back but, before I could respond, it was Uncle Alex who spoke up. I waited at the landing to hear him out.

"Tell you what, Brad. Why don't we both take our nephew for a short tour of our farms and the surrounding area? He'll enjoy the horse ride and whatever we rural folks have to offer in the countryside, I am sure. I'll just go get the horses for the two of us."

If Brad was slightly put off with this 'unwanted' company of his buddy, he didn't show it. He would have all the time in the world to be alone with me when Alex and Melinda would have gone, he must have thought.

"That's fine Alex. Paul should be able to tell his Mom and Dad that he explored the exciting countryside with his uncle. Hurry up, Paul," said Brad.

Back in my room, I wondered if I should take off the lingerie that I was wearing. It was one thing to have Brad around but to have Uncle Alex also would be suicidal. I would decide on wearing the stuff, if the opportunity arose later, in the company of Brad alone. Decision made, I was in the toilet to take off these two wonderful pieces of a woman's lingerie. When I took them off, my arousal was very evident from my leaking sexual organ which had stained the clean and fresh pad over a large area. I hung the pair along the length of the clothes bracket, flushing away the used pad. I wore my own brief now underneath my jeans, tucked in my shirt and walked out of the toilet. 

Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door and Brad came in. I was scared that he might take further chances in expressing his needs. There was every possibility of someone else entering the room with both my aunt and uncle inside the house. My back was to the wall, literally, as I leaned against it and the open palms resting on the surface. He came in front and towered over me before he placed a hand to raise my chin.

"You haven't taken off your lingerie, have you?" he asked seriously.

I was silent, unable to reply. Sometimes, a person's action in itself, unintentionally, reveals the hidden answer. I had, imperceptibly, turned my eyes towards the door of the toilet. He had followed my eyes, for he took a few giant steps, opened the door, and peeped inside. I watched him in amazement as he stealthily walked in and took the two pieces of sheer lace in his hands. Minutely, he examined the boy shorts, unable to fathom my secret in keeping it spotless, despite my arousal that he had partially witnessed downstairs. He was visibly perplexed, even lifting it to his face and breathing deeply a few times, hoping to get a whiff of my precum if it had escaped. Its absence was a big letdown and, probably, made him believe that I was not excited at all.

"I don't understand Paul, I kind of thought that you... ummm ... well, you seemed to reach a certain stage of arousal downstairs... I am sorry. I might have been mistaken... I,... I ," he was shaking his head in disappointment, unable to complete what he wanted to say. He turned to go out of the room.

I felt sad for Brad. Ever since he turned up in the morning, he never hid his feelings for me and I admired him for his ability to do that, despite two pairs of protective eyes hovering around me. Also, my urge to wear lingerie came from deep within me no doubt, but it was this man who made me feel like a woman and to receive, even if insignificantly, the unending attention of a man.

"I'll wear the set again, if you want me to, no matter how risky it would be for me with Uncle Alex around," I said softly.

He froze with his hand on the door knob. In one moment, disappointment had given way to a surge of excitement, as he strode back into the room and to me, in particular. His two big hands were holding my face, almost like a lover, as he looked deeply into my eyes.

"You will? For me?" he was still somewhere in between doubt and certainty.

I nodded my head and then, knowing that another question had cropped up in his mind a while ago, held his hand and led him to the wardrobe. Opening the first drawer, I showed him the carton of 'Always' pads.

"Now you know the reason for the spotlessly clean lingerie that I was wearing underneath. It would have been in a mess if I didn't wear one with you around," I smiled at him.

"Ah! So that solves the riddle of 'The lingerie with the missing spots'. I do hope you have adequate extras for the days that you stay here," he said with a smile, but quickly added, "If I stay any longer, your Uncle Alex would be curious to know the reason, so I'll leave." 

"By the way," he said, just before he stepped out of the room," wear the lingerie but keep the pad away. I want to see how much the lady leaks when I am around." He turned and left.

When I finally stepped out on to the portico, Uncle Alex was already trotting away on horseback some distance away, barking commands to one of his farmhands. But, Brad was waiting for me, patting his horse while another stood nearby.

"Are you sure you can ride one?" he asked, concerned already about my ability.

"I am not much of a rider but I am no novice either," I bluffed, for even a novice would be more adept at riding a horse.

"That's an honest answer but can you mount this one?" he asked, with uncertainty writ large on his face.

My attempt to mount the horse was a disaster; either I couldn't place my foot correctly inside the stirrup or, even if I did, the horse buckled a bit to throw me off balance. Brad didn't give me further chance. Rather, he stood behind me and gripped me by the waist with both hands. Before I could realize, I was lifted off the ground with utmost ease, and helped by the big man in what I was trying to accomplish. I enjoyed his attention and the manner in which he held me by the waist to help me mount the horse. Brad didn't realize that this little effort on his part had a much larger effect on my mind. A fantasy in the morning was now replaying itself in reality with enormous possibilities of stretching much beyond that. I basked in the knowledge that my 'man' was taking care of me and I was safe with him.

Frankly, I was not too comfortable on the horse but the man riding beside me made it a very enjoyable ride altogether. On the other hand, although Uncle Alex rode along with us, inexplicably he had become indifferent. But Brad took the initiative to show me many of the things that were interesting and these were a treat for eyes that were sore, looking constantly at the concrete jungle that makes a city. He was particularly exuberant when we rode past his farm, showing me his picturesque house and promising me that he would take me there, even if it meant he would have to carry me to it.

Brad, I realized, never lost an opportunity to be as near to me as possible and would pat my thighs to draw my attention or even poke a finger into my slim waist or elsewhere, by extending his hand across, while riding beside me. Gestures of love and affection come naturally to men and women alike and I acknowledged that these were his way of expressing what I meant to him. On one occasion, he even pressed my cheeks, much to my embarrassment, as Uncle Alex had just at that moment turned around to say something to me in particular. He didn't like it one bit, I was sure of this, for he became rather grim after that.

When we were crossing a bridge across a stream some time later, I was taken aback by the beauty of the surroundings. I wanted to alight from my horse and spend a few moments at this beautiful spot because something strange flashed through my mind in an instant. In my immature way of thinking, the scenes and situations were vaguely similar to an appealing movie I had seen earlier. Brad was beside me in a second, helping me to get down as we watched Uncle Alex trotting his horse away to the other side. Brad and I stood side by side at this end, looking down at the stream flowing below the bridge. As he stood at the other end, Uncle Alex was a 'bridge' apart from us - metaphorically. The distance between uncle and nephew had sprung up in one afternoon of togetherness between that nephew and his neighbor.

We were back home late in the afternoon and, while Uncle Alex and Brad enjoyed a couple of drinks, I idled away my time with my ailing aunt. It was fun talking with her and she was most affectionate. She talked a lot about my cousin, Joanne, not hiding the fact that she was a stubborn and possessive girl, not easily pliable as I was. If ever I met her again, I would have to be careful. Luckily, it wouldn't be on this trip. I was amused when she took the opportunity to tell me the recipes of a few of the things that she cooked for Uncle Alex in particular and Brad on occasions.

When Brad left, it was nearly dark. He explained to us that since he had to go to town with a big work-list that would take hours to complete, it was unlikely he could come visiting before evening the next day. I went outside to see him off and, even in the fleeting second that we had together, he squeezed my hand, tugging at it to draw me nearer.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Don't run away," he whispered into my ears.

Soon, he was on his horse and away.

***

The next morning, Uncle Alex and Aunt Melinda left for her treatment. As they drove off, I re-entered the now empty house. A deafening silence had descended the house already and I was more than eager to have Brad around earlier than what he had promised. In the end, I decided to choose the dress that I would wear for Brad when he came in the evening. It had to be one that he liked. And the lingerie too, for that is what he would, in the end, like to see me in.

Upstairs, in my room, I found selection to be one of the most difficult tasks that women face. For me, it was more so. I was not born a woman and these were not mine. The owner had selected these according to her tastes. However, more than wondering about how I would look in any, it was more important how Brad would want me to look. After numerous 'yes', 'no', 'this' and 'that', I finally took hold of one and held it against my chest while I stood in front of the mirror. It was a beautiful white embroidered fringe tunic dress with a V neck. It had an embroidered center panel with fringe hem and regular fit. But, the best thing that I liked about it was that it was made of a soft, woven fabric and had a transparency to it which would reveal the lingerie that I wore underneath. Brad had made no pretension about wanting to see me in exotic lingerie and, in his heightened level of arousal, it was best that this was revealed to him in stages. Anyway, that was for later and, enjoying the freedom despite the loneliness that had engulfed me a bit earlier, I wore a black lacy bra and an equally lacy black panty underneath my shirt and jeans for now. Brad wouldn't be around till evening and so the eventuality of a leaking 'boy clit' didn't worry me when I pulled the panty up my legs.

Sometime in the late afternoon, I heard the noise of an approaching vehicle till it came and stopped just outside the portico. My first thought was that Uncle Alex had returned. Was I disheartened? I really had to ask myself.

"Paul! Baby, are you there?" Brad's voice bellowed from outside.

I couldn't hide my excitement. I rushed down the stairs and ran outside to see my man. He was still inside the car, not making any attempt to come out. Clearly, I was disappointed since I had thought that he would come out and take me in his arms. But when I went near, I saw that he was sweating profusely - the rigors of a busy day out in the sun probably.

"I am too full of sweat to even thinking of touching you," he said apologetically as he fiddled with something beside the driver's seat.

"So long as you compensate in the evening," I laid a condition.

"You bet I will," he stressed his words and then, in the most romantic way I could imagine, he said," I'll treat you as a lady all through the evening, till I take you as a woman in bed."

I gushed at these words, unable to respond with even a gesture.

A big hand came out of the car and he held a packet in front. Obviously, the manner in which it was wrapped with colored paper and a ribbon tied in a bow, it could be nothing other than a gift.

"This item was on top of my list. It's something especially for you. Rather, it's for you alone," he said," Open the packet after I leave and when you are in your room. I mean every word that's written in the note that you'll find inside."

His truck sprung into life as he ignited the engine and he sped off even before I could say, "Thank you."

"See you in the evening," his words were almost lost in the roar of his speeding truck.

I went back to my room, eager to know the contents of the packet that was in my hand. Inside my room, I tore off the wrappings in urgency and, with a singularity of purpose, pried open the cardboard box containing the gift.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what was packed inside. It was something that, in one second, raised my cravings to be the woman I wanted, both in my mind and in body. Inside was one beautiful pair of breastform that someone like me would have always wanted. Brad had selected one that would go nicely with my frame, giving my flat chest the right curves that I sought. Triangular and attachable, with mildly erect nipples and a natural coloring off the areola, I was in love with the pair immediately. The pair would be the best addition to my dress that evening and further into the night. Brad's note, neatly folded, was lying inside and I was overwhelmed when I opened it and let my eyes roam over his words of expectations and love.

"Dear Paula

Titties for a lovely girl and in the fond hope that, one day, she would have a pair for real.

Loving you endlessly,

Brad"

End of Chapter - 2.



Being a Woman Ch. 03



 [Although some readers have wanted that I write longer chapters without escaping or running away with shorter pieces as I did in my earlier two chapters, I found that it's more difficult than I thought. I did make an attempt though. This chapter is longer but I really don't know if it is long enough - or rather, good enough to be long.

Ultimately, I have decided to progress in parts and see if the contents hold the interest to justify subsequent chapters. It would be pointless writing more, don't you think?

After the first two chapters that were basically a sort of prelude, I have named this chapter 'Alone with Brad'. If everything goes well, I'll follow this up with 'Brad in company' when Paula visits his farm and finally, 'Leaving Brad'. In between, 'Uncle Alex Returns' could also occupy a chapter with a twist, but that's only if ....

Finally, don't read the story if you are not eighteen and please, don't touch it if you don't enjoy erotic writing.]




As I looked on at the gift and the note that accompanied it, I was unable to decide which was more precious to me. My mind, desiring to be a woman, was irresistibly attracted to the breast forms and how these would add to my appearance later in the evening. The note, on the other hand, exuding 'endless' love, breathed something more lasting into my heart. But, there was one common factor that bound them both to me – they came from the man whom I now loved, Brad Cooper.

Our 'evening of togetherness' was still a couple of hours away at the least. I couldn't afford to waste the time in hand when I had the important yet alluring task to become someone very special to Brad. From the core of my heart, I now longed to be the woman that Brad would have imagined on a number of occasions when we were together through eyes of love, longing and surely, lust too. I couldn't deny that I was filled with similar feelings and hunger to give as much love and touch as I was eager to receive from him in return.

Suddenly, I realized that a lesser but nonetheless daunting task awaited me before the arrival of Brad. I had a 'date' in the evening, and under this very roof. And my date was going to stay over for the night. There would be two hungry lovers well before morning on empty stomachs if we were to skip dinner. I thought of my options. I could easily fall back on the stored cooked food inside the fridge. I could also try out the recipe for one of Brad's favorite – sausage with pepper and pasta – courtesy, Aunt Melinda's recommendations. I just wondered why she had shared this knowledge with me. Did she have an inkling of the relationship that was building between me and Brad? She had made it easier for me at least – the ingredients for that dish were in the house and that's also what my lovely aunt had informed. I checked to find them and was relieved that dinner needn't be skipped; my attention was back again on getting ready for Brad.

I must have spent an hour or more, starting from my bath till I looked at myself in the mirror for the final time, to be the pretty, desirable and very much 'his' girl. From shampoo to fragrance, from manicuring to nail polish, from eye lashes to lips, everything had to be given the importance that these deserved. And, whatever traces of body hair that grew till now, were shaved clean. As a girl, I was preparing for my lover and I couldn't take any half measures towards that much awaited dream.

My dress, the white embroidered fringe tunic dress with a V neck and embroidered center panel that I had mentioned earlier, lay on the bed. I picked up the soft, woven fabric and, as I slipped it over my head, it clung loosely on my slim body and I was more than happy to see the shapely curves that now shaped my chest, thanks to the gifted breast forms from Brad. The thin material of the dress fabric didn't intend to hide the lingerie inside nor did it do so. Rather, the sheer white bridal lace panty with ruffle trim and a blue satin bow and the satin and lace bra, each of them extremely alluring, made just a token effort to hide underneath the dress but were really quite conspicuous. The makeup had the right tone – I didn't want that 'slutty' appearance but a simple, 'the girl next door' look, the 'young sweet girl in love' type. And I didn't wear heels. I wouldn't be comfortable in them and I, definitely, didn't want to look inexperienced and clumsy on my first date.

After almost what seemed an eternity, I heard the sound of hooves, Brad's horse surely, and this only heightened my growing excitement. I knew I was in a stage of deep turmoil, having waited for this moment to come to my life. Yet, I waited where I was ... not jumping or running to the door. I knew each stage of his arrival from the sounds that floated into the house and the room where I was sitting. The hooves approaching, a final neighing as the horse stopped in its tracks, and then Brad's footsteps over the wooden portico till they came and stood outside the swinging door of the sprawling sitting room.

As he walked in, I couldn't immediately look at Brad out of an unexplained shyness. But when I did, I saw him standing at the door and gaping at me with an open mouth. 

"Wow! I knew you would look great but this, my lady, is awesome," his voice sounded true and honest. I simply melted.

"Don't exaggerate Brad," I said as I jumped into his waiting and eager arms.

"There's a beauty outside that's waiting to welcome two lovers on their first night of togetherness," he said and, before I could realize, he picked me up in his strong arms and was carrying me outside. Beyond the door, across the portico, down the few steps and past the trees, I remained as I was – an arm of his underneath my knees and another below my shoulders, till we were absolutely out in the open, with an open sky above our heads. Brad slowly put me down, holding me all the while till I was on my feet. He didn't let me go but only held me tighter. But, as both us remained drenched in the soothing glow of a full moon, his arms around my back and mine around his neck, we were lost in ourselves. Lovingly, our faces could only come nearer. I had always heard of the effect of the moon on lovers and now I was experiencing that myself. Whatever effect it might have on other couples, it was already making me want to love Brad more and more. Equally, I longed to be loved by him.

As I stood looking into his eyes, Brad had brought up a hand from my back. He ran a finger along my lips, touching and feeling them for a while. 

"Part them Paula ...for me," he said at last.

It took less than a second for me to do what he wanted. My lips parted, ever so slightly, as a deep breath escaped from within. I guess he inhaled what I had released.

"Your breath is just as sweet as you ... I am intoxicated," he said, little realizing that when you taste the essence of love, intoxication is something that follows for both. I was at a loss for words.

Brad's finger had not finished its task. Its purpose was to explore and describe what it saw and felt to its owner, like a messenger following a command. My lips were further parted, the finger running along my teeth, resting on my tongue for a while. Instinctively, I sucked on it. Brad gave me the freedom to enjoy what I was doing for a while. Then his finger was out from my mouth.

Brad was in no mood to wait further, nor I. The moment that we had waited for since the last one day had arrived .... And that too in the splendor and beauty that nature had thrown open for us. His lips were on mine. He may have kissed many in his life till now, I didn't care. But this was my first ever. I raised my heels and stood on my toes to receive the kiss from this tall man. My arms around his neck only tightened while both of his hands gripped the curves of my butt, pulling me into him. The two pair of lips initially searched themselves, wanting to know and feel the eagerness of each pair and when finally convinced of sincerity and deep longing, let themselves loose. It's impossible to say whose lips were more eager and desperate for the other, but it was one crazy sucking that both of us indulged in. Our tongues delved deep inside the other's mouth, swirling and wrapping around each other, tasting and tugging to make them one's own. We ignored the saliva that dripped out of our mouths, breaking off only when we choked for breath. And all along, the rough hands of my man, were groping to feel his woman. One moment he was feeling the contours of my panties, in another instant feeling the hooks and straps of my bra; sometimes squeezing together the curves of my butt while, sometimes, pulling them apart. I felt his hardness on the upper part of my crotch, just as much as he would have felt the hardness of mine. I was delirious. He was delirious. The silence outside the house was broken by the moans and grunts of two lovers expressing a hitherto unexpressed passion and longing.

"I would have taken you here and now, if it hadn't been for the promise I made to you earlier in the afternoon," he was almost bursting in passion.

"Huh?" I looked on enquiringly.

"I made a promise that I would take you as a woman in bed ... it prevents me from taking you here," he regretted.

"Good. I am happy and assured that you'll not break your promises in future. Anyone who can keep one promise in this stage of absolute madness has the strength and character to keep all," I laughingly said to my lover.

"Then help me keep my promise tonight. Let me carry you to bed," Brad said and, without further fuss, picked me in his arms again.

He stood a moment where he was, with me in his arms, and I wondered if he had anything to say at that moment, something nice and caring for me. Brad didn't dishearten me. These were words that I am sure any girl like me would die to hear.

"Paula, when I held and kissed you a moment back, I realized that your urge to be a woman comes from very deep within yourself and, in your mind, you are one in every sense of the term. You possess within you the beauty and aura of a woman but, quite naturally, there is more to it than just the mind. I can feel your pain and suffering ... I really do. I can see it in your eyes," he said very thoughtfully.

He kept quiet for a moment, wanting his feelings to reach me, "Your mind has tuned itself to being one but, and I can realize that very well, you crave to possess the physical attributes of the female gender ...... the shapely curves of a woman's breasts, the sweetness of her vagina, the softness of her butt, the grace in her walk, the melody in her voice are all that you dream to have as your very own," he was honestly speaking from the core of his heart. I listen to his words with rapt attention.

Then, as he planted a soft kiss on my lips, he continued to say, "I can't help you to possess all of them but, within my means, I shall surely try to see that you are proud of a few." 

If there was any hesitation in my mind about Brad as a lover, in one fleeting moment, he pushed that uncertainty away. I was truly his, not just out of a physical need but out of love; and I would give anything to him, just anything at all, without expectation or return.

Back inside the house, he put me down and held my face in his big hands to kiss me softly once again. 

"Upstairs shall we, m'lady?" Brad said shortly. Without waiting for an answer, he had proceeded to pick me up again in his arms. I held up my hand.

"If you carry on like this, you'll spoil me," I cried.

"Me?" he asked in surprise, "I wouldn't be able to harm a single strand of your hair."

Yet, unable to hide a tint of sadness, I mumbled, " It's not that Brad. Do you realize that, in the end, I shall be facing the stark reality of what is termed as a painful 'normal' life? I won't be having Brad around to carry me always."

I think he understood my pain for he didn't make a further effort to carry me but, caringly, stroked my hair. So it was that I climbed the steps up to my room on my own, with Brad following behind. I was almost certain that his eyes were very much relishing my dancing butt draped in the panties that was very visible underneath my dress.

As we entered our room, our excitement took over immediately. Brad closed the door shut with a flick of his feet and we were in each other's arms. Our raw passions took over now and we just couldn't get more of each other, wanting to enwrap our bodies together fully. Each exhibition of that passion seemed inadequate to us, each wanting to express his need more.

Brad had already unhooked a few of the buttons of my dress, watching the portions of my lingerie as these became more and more visible to his eyes. For me, the hardness that pushed into me was too exciting and I was impatient to see it now. In desperation and hurry, I had almost ripped open the buttons of his shirt, exposing the tufts of hair on his chest that showed him up, once again, as a strong, manly and virile lover that I desired. I ran my fingers along the curly hair and unable to resist, let my cheeks rest on his chest. Soon, I had unbuckled the belt that held his jeans and followed this up by parting him of what he was wearing. Brad, on his part, had taken off the white transparent dress that I was wearing so that I stood standing in front of him only in my bra and panties He held me by the shoulders at arm's length, admiring the sexuality of his girl.

My eyes, eager as they were, savored the site of an enraged and enlarged organ of meat that extended from Brad, throbbing and dancing up and down, almost beckoning me to come near. It was hard, it was long and it was thick. It was my lover's cock – something that I now wanted to love and hold and, eventually, fulfill my desires with; I couldn't imagine any other cock.

Whether Brad pushed me down while holding my shoulders or whether it was an involuntary expression of my deep desire, I cannot tell, but I found myself lowering on to the floor, kneeling before this man. As I knelt, I was taken in by the strong and acrid smell of the sexual juices escaping from the tip of his cock, encircled with deep blue veins crisscrossing across the length of the shaft. The bulbous head, with the crescent ring around it, had nicely tapered into an opening that would eventually emit the seeds of his love for me. That opening was leaking, and leaking like mad.

I held this awesome length of meat in my hand, steadying it from its drunken swaying, and looked up at Brad. A soft moan had escaped him the moment I held his hardness and his eyes were filled with lust and expectations for what was now imminent.

"I love lip gloss on my girl!" his voice was shaking.

I knew what he wanted, for I wanted it just as much. I watched the tip for a while, squeezing the shaft and then pulling in the skin to reveal the end and help it leak more. Then, when the flow and wetness were just right, I planted my lips on the tip softly. I watched Brad as he eagerly witnessed his girl in the process of applying gloss to her lips, just as he had wished. Holding the cock firmly in one hand, I proceeded to rub the tip all along the length of my lips, as I would when applying lipstick to them. Satisfied myself, I kept looking at Brad.

"My god Paula! There's nothing more desirable to me this moment than those lips of yours," his words coming freely.

I smiled and, being satisfied that my lover was enjoying whatever that I offered, I proceeded to the next stage of fulfilling his arousal. My eager tongue, hiding within the recesses of my mouth, was now out in the open. I played a while with the tip, for I wanted to see the level of Brad's arousal. He was now shaking uncontrollably. He played with my hair for a while, he wanted to hold my head, he wanted to feed me his cock; to me it seemed that he desperately wanted to do whatever that would release him from this unbearable urge. I was overjoyed that, as Brad's woman and lover, I was able to give him the pleasure and joy that he deserved.

"You are a tease, Paula," he said, "and I can't wait to give it back to you."

"Only when your turn comes, honey," I retorted, "and that might be delayed, I am afraid."

My tongue had now run along the shaft, licking the entire length from the tip to end. It was the first time that I tasted a cock and I was enjoying every inch of that hardness. Greedily, my tongue devoured the top, the bottom, the sides, the end and tip in a frenzy that would have surprised Brad. I was eager for more. I rolled my tongue on the head now, the crown as some would say, slowly at first and then faster and faster. The big man that received this 'treatment' was restless.

"Take it in, Paula, I beg you..." he was desperate, "Suck ..."

Even before he could complete what he wanted me to, I had taken his eight inches of raw meat inside my warm and wet mouth. One doesn't require experience or knowledge in expressing some basic human urges; I left instinct command my mouth. True, the space was inadequate to accommodate this enormous organ but my mouth wouldn't accept defeat. I allowed it to hit my throat, almost swallowing a few inches as I closed my eyes to suck what I loved so dearly now.

"Oh Baby... oh dear ...sweetie ... oh my god ... more, more please...." were pouring out from him as he was subjected to what was my first sucking.

"Move away, ..or I'll explode..." he was in the last stages of release. He didn't give me a chance to carry on as he moved away himself. I realized that he didn't want to release and spend himself at that moment, wanting to prolong the first 'shot' of joy and ecstasy. Quickly, he turned away, almost diverting his attention and mine to something else.

"I'll just go outside and get something. I forgot to bring it in and it's still on my horses's back," he said as he walked away from the room, still naked.

When he returned after about five minutes, there was something in his hand, a rather big packet I thought and it aroused my curiosity. Brad handed over whatever was in his hand and winked.

"You'll need that, baby ..... I would want you to," he said.

"What's inside?" I couldn't even guess. 

"You'll find out yourself when I go out of the room. Use it now, honey," he replied. I think he was a bit embarrassed or hesitant to hand over whatever it was that he gave to me now.

"Paula, I'll just go downstairs and get some grub for us. I am famished." He was gone. I think he used this opportunity to excuse himself and be out from sight when I opened the packet.

What I found inside was surely something that could have been embarrassing, thankful that Brad had left the room. The embarrassment would not have been for what I held in my hand, but because of what it implied and indicated about events that would follow after its usage. Nonetheless, I smiled when I saw the enema kit set, complete with a bag, a hose, and other accessories and, most importantly, the instruction book. Reading the instruction book, I observed that the process was not difficult and not at all time taking. I went inside the toilet and shut the door. When I came out, my colon was free, my rectum clear and I was relieved and light in every sense. I had cleansed myself thoroughly, taken care to liberally apply perfume wherever I thought necessary and now ensured that the breast forms on my chest were fully secured by tightening the pair once again with the tape that was provided. For my dress, I searched Joanne's wardrobe and was immediately attracted to a rose colored bra, layered in fishnet laces with under wire cups. It was lightly padded to give an 'edge' to the intended breasts. To go with it, there was a matching lacy crisscross cheekini panty, also of similar color – wicked rose. I thought that this pair would go nicely for the next part of the evening and I eagerly put them on. Running my hand through my hair and applying the faintest of lipstick, I was now once again ready for my awesome lover who had, rather unusually, escaped elsewhere.




Being a Woman Ch. 03



Downstairs, an unashamedly naked Brad was busy in the kitchen. It was no wonder to me that he was in the process of cooking his favorite dish. Apparently, he wanted to introduce me to his tastes and culinary skills. With his back to me, facing the oven and both arms busy at work, he was a sight to behold! He had maintained a figure that would be the envy of men half his age and I simply wanted to go and hug him. As I held him from the back, my arms around him and a cheek resting on his naked back, he coughed a bit to catch my attention.

"Ehm... you are not supposed to do that, you know..."he said.

"Wha....what?" moving away from him I asked innocently, not knowing why he said this. Why should hugging be something that I was not supposed to do?

He didn't answer my questions in words, merely giving me a push with his butt, hitting me in my crotch with a small push. I got the hint.

"Oh! No.... No... No... I just wanted to hug you Brad .... It's not what you are thinking. I would never do that! Oh my god, what must you be thinking of me?" I was embarrassingly apologetic.

"You can hug me now, baby" he said, as he stopped his cooking, freed his hands and turned around. He now stood with his body slightly inclined, his butt pushing against the edge of the kitchen top. His arms stretched out beside him, palms open while his fingers kept on tapping the platform in a gesture of complete amusement.

I proudly watched this man, my eyes unable to move away. Every inch of his big and strong frame attracted me in a manner that I would say was hypnotic. And right in the center of that frame stood out his awesome cock, thick and hard, with a pair of balls that I wouldn't be able to grip in the palm of my hand.

"Quite an imposing arsenal that, Admiral," I said laughingly.

"The battleship seeks a port, m'lady?" he said at last.

"So I can see, with that blazing gun and the rather large twin artillery just underneath. Quite imposing, don't you think?" I quipped.

"Ah, Yes! The artillery! Enough ammunition to fire quite a few rounds throughout the night, just in case the little girl goes into tantrums for more!" he assured.

"Alas! I am afraid there's no port in the vicinity and the ship may have to return to high seas .... Without a battle," I was eager for a bit of sparring.

"Says who? I have the best port out in this wilderness to rest my ship ... and by Jove! I'll get it tonight" he said, bringing seriousness to his face. 

Without further ado, he had drawn me nearer, running his hands on my breasts for just a bit of fondling. He knew that it was fragile and it would be unable to withstand his rough handling. I felt sorry for Brad now. He so much wanted me to have real breasts and nipples. Bereft of this, a woman would always remain incomplete and her man missing two 'soft' companions to play with. Turning me around, he held me from the back, kissing the back of my neck and running his hands over and over my bra. My head arched behind, neck curved, searching his lips. I loved being held like this, with Brad behind me and hands moving from my breast towards my boy clit. If Brad had been careful with my breasts, he was 'reckless' when his hands went below. He had pulled down my panties and, as my 'clit' sprung up throbbing from within the panty, he held it in his rough and big hands. He was softly stroking it at first before he changed gear, pushing and pulling on the shaft with one hand while another moved further down to squeeze the twin partners that lay below. This was the first time a man held my cock and I was delirious in the pleasure that he gave. I shivered as I stood, my hands running over his strong arms as he continued to take me to dizzy heights.

I wanted to tell so many things at that moment for my mind was filled with emotion, but I could only say just a simple, "I love you, Brad ... entirely."

"So do I, Paula.... and I want to continue loving you always," he whispered into my ears.

He turned me around to face him and we kissed passionately till I could sense what he wanted at that moment. There could be no doubt in my mind that his manhood was seeking the warmth of my mouth. So I gave him what he wanted and he enjoyed what I gave, but much to my surprise, he suddenly withdrew. I quickly realized that he had decided to preserve that first burst for later and that too for the 'port' of his choice; and he wouldn't budge from his choice due to a temporary need! He withdrew, leaving me more eager and hungry. Yet, I didn't feel hurt. If Brad wanted to wait and give both of us greater joy later, I was willing to wait a lifetime.

Dinner with Brad was another experience. When I had served him food and was walking across to my seat, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me on to his naked lap.

"I have fed you all through the evening. Now lady, I demand that I be fed with your sweet hands, even if takes you the whole night to feed me," he said in a tone of mock seriousness.

"Mr. Brad Cooper, you are one frequently demanding and an unhesitatingly mischievous lover. But, I am willing to overlook these minor aberrations because you are an incomparable romantic and I am absolutely in love with you," I said.

In the end, I really had to feed him. And all along, I could feel the urgency of the man by the hardness that went on touching my rose bud.

    *****

Dinner, quite naturally, ended with a kiss and when I wanted to clear the table and wash the dishes, he sent me away with a wave of his hand.

"You'll leave this work for me, sweetheart, and go to your bedroom this instant..... and by the way ...... I do love lavender," Brad said in a tone of dismissal.

I left Brad, in a way happy that I had been given some time to get ready for what I mentally termed as my 'honeymoon'. Throughout the evening, we had both played a part to get ourselves to a stage where each moment we could only think of the final moment of 'releasing' to each other.

In the room I once again relied on my naughty cousin's wardrobe. I desperately wanted something soft and alluring, something wonderfully sexy, to hug my body. A sheer and lacy babydoll would do just fine, if only the color was lavender. But, what eventually did come out was lilac, which is really very similar to what Brad desired. As I held it in my hand, I knew in an instant that I would love wearing it, just as much as he would love to see me in it.

For my 'honeymoon' I had chosen a lilac lacy babydoll with satin underwire, padded demi cups, adjustable straps, satin ribbon sash with removable bow broach, hook and a velvet trim lace thong. I got a hard on as soon as it touched my body and was certain that it would be spoilt soon enough – a scary thought considering that it belonged to Joanne. I would get it washed and cleaned later before I left the place and so decided to wear it. I kept my hair loose, allowing it to fall across my shoulders, applied a bit of mascara and kept my lips red and glossy. 

When I was eventually ready for my virile lover, I had lost my composure. I was shaking in excitement and stealing glances at the door, wondering what was holding him back. I was impatient to the extent of getting mad. If he didn't come to me soon, I would simply have to go and get him to me.

Brad had timed his entrance to perfection. He had given me the time to get ready, waited long enough to make me impatient, bathed and brushed to look fresh and desirable and, having finished the work downstairs, absolutely ready to be with me entirely.

The first thing that he did was to hold my hand and look deeply into my eyes. I think he felt that my hands were cold and trembling, for he rubbed his big warm hands over my palm very briskly a few times. When my hands were warmer, he lifted them both to his lips. Still watching me in silence, without a word initially escaping his mouth, he brushed his lips on the back of my palm.

"M'lady! The night is as young as you are and I have all the time in the world to show my love for you. Want me if you love me, push me if you don't .... Now," Brad whispered. 

I was too full of love and lust for this man – I jumped into his outstretched arms, hugging him with my own arms around his back, kissing him on his hairy naked chest and my excited loins pushed into his body.

"There can be no greater joy than loving you Brad. Take me, take me this instant, for I am unable to wait any longer," I cried out.

Brad had now held me by the waist and, turning me around, we stood in front of the big mirror. As we stood there, his hands on my waist, my imagination took wings once again and I visualized the model and the man holding her waist in the magazine that I had seen in this very room the previous morning. There was a surge in my passion, hunger and lust for this big, brawny man whom I now saw as the epitome of virility and manhood. And his words that followed after a while added fuel to my erotic desires.

"I wish to give you the greatest joy now – I HAVE TO. For, tonight, it's your virginity that you'll lose Paula. I want you to remember that moment of fulfillment, letting it come back to you all through your life," he was as excited and as loving. Saying these words, he lifted me in his arms and walked towards the bed.

"Paula, sweetheart, I want to ask you something now.... Ah .. a bit about what shall we say .... Umm .. sexual positions ... " he was fumbling for words and I just naughtily smiled at him.

"Go on, honey ... what is it that you want to tell?" I tried to show my ignorance.

"Well, you see ... we could have you lying on your back ... you know.... With yours legs up and say across my shoulders.... Or...umm," he was decidedly uncomfortable. 

"Or?" I never knew I could present so much innocence and simplicity.

"Or we could have you on your hands and knees .... with me behind you," he was overcoming his hesitation, " I would just be happy knowing what you want."

"So that's it? I have a choice?" I was teasing him.

"Either way, it's going to hurt Paula, it's going to hurt a lot," he was cautioning me.

"Who is going to hurt me? You, Brad ... and because it's you, I am not worried in the least. I'll take pain and hurt from you any time for I know I'll get just as much love and pleasure in return," I told him honestly.

We were filled with love, both of us, and began kissing passionately. When he had lowered me on bed it was natural that I remained on my back. His hand remained behind me, another roamed along my butt. He was hard and restless and, each moment, this was increasing. In a while, I realized that he was trying to push down my thongs and I eased my body to help him along till he had got it down my legs. Even if he had seen the wetness in the front, he didn't draw my attention to it. On the other hand, his attention was on my 'boy clit', stroking it for a while to hear me moan. I held his hand to it, not wanting him to move his hand away. Satisfied at my condition, he turned me around, playing with my ass cheeks. Soon, I found myself raising my body so that, in the end, I was on all fours. Strange as it may seem, our desires had made us take the position that we wanted and craved; natural instincts of sexual union helped us. One didn't have to tell the other, or decide for the other.

Brad was already behind me now, his strong hands gripping my ass cheeks and then much to my delight, parting them. A finger ran along the middle, resting on my crack. The joy and pleasure was exquisite. In moments, it was probing the outer ring and I felt this was his way of preparing me for our union. He got up once, bringing along a tube of gel that he applied tenderly and liberally on the spot, frequently declaring his love for me. If encouraging me was his intention, I had to admit that he was brilliant.

"Paula, I can confirm that I have had myself tested and am free from the deadly diseases that come out of sex. Still, if you so want, I would have no hesitation to use condoms. Do not fear, do not hesitate ...... just let me know what your mind tells you," he said, leaving me overwhelmed in his caring concern.

"I'll take you as you are. I believed you the moment I first set my eyes on you and I have no reasons to disbelieve you now. I have been showered with too much of your love, care and attention to deny you the ultimate joy of a 'touch skin' experience," I told him sincerely and without the slightest hesitation.

Brad guided and led me to an exhilarating joy that would be impossible to describe. His penetration of the rose bud was unique in that he proceeded with the greatest caution. He knew it would hurt and ensured that the hurt was the least. Every inch of space in my sphincter was occupied slowly, almost like a snail. He tried to understand the extent of my hurt before progressing further, enquiring with "Did it hurt, baby?" or "Tell me and I'll pull out," or even, "That's it Paula, you are doing great."

I never knew that sex could be the best way of expressing love; perhaps, romantic words do, or priceless gifts, or even chivalry and behavior – these always run away with the first prize. And here was this man, not even holding a real woman in his arms, whose love could best be described as sublime. 

When, in the end, he was fully inside and I could comfort my aching sphincter that it possessed what it loved, we stayed motionless for moments – each of us savoring a sort of 'painful' success.

"M'lady, my love .... Do you want me?"

"Take me, my lord!"

His restrained arousal had waited to hear just these words. For, he bent and wrapped his arms around my waist till they had reached my very own organ. It was hard and leaking and his hands soothingly stroked it for a while. Soon, he was 'milking' me as went on thrusting himself into my rose bud in rhythmic precision. I had willingly and happily lost my virginity.

Brad, I am sure, was enjoying just as much as I was. His grunts and sighs accompanied my moans and shrieks and there was never a doubt in my mind that we were, indeed, made for each other. If love meant a mutual give and take, this was something that we were now fully engaged in – to give fully to each other. He rested on his knees on bed, thrusting his cock repeatedly in and out of my sweet hole; in turn I pushed out my butt wanting to take in more of him.

"Tell me when you want to cum, baby," he said when he had reached a crescendo, "for I want to share that moment with you."

I was overjoyed to hear these words from Brad. Here was a man who didn't want exclusive fun for himself; or, leaving me to get only mine with an earlier release than his. Instead, he wanted both of us to reach complete arousal and joy in release together.

Excitement had made me dumb and I was unable to say a word; I simply nodded my head to indicate that I would.

In the final moment, two pulsating bodies were rocking in frenzy as we screamed for release together. And when it did, bursts after bursts of his warm cum shot into my rose bud as I released mine with him. Brad, the lover that he was, had kept an open hand for me and when we were truly drained and spent, it was he who cleaned the mess that we had made of ourselves. The shared joy of cumming together with your lover was an ethereal experience that I was unliklely to forget soon. I couldn't have loved him more ... I could only love him forever. 

The night, for us, was still young. We kissed and hugged as we shared more of ourselves, getting to know each other and of the life that we lived. He was proud of the farm that he owned, describing it to me vividly and telling me how rewarding and fulfilling it had been to him; of the faithful men that were attached to him in the work that he did. 

"We will go there tomorrow morning, Paula. I want you to walk on a place that I love just as much as I love you. Let it feel and know you. Let it breathe the very air that you release into it. And I want my house to feel your touches for I have felt the warmth of those touches myself," he was immersed in his thoughts and I stared at him in amazement.

"Brad, I'll faint," I said, my eyes moist.

"There's more Paula. I want to test if any of my men, just any one at all, can tell the truth that lies underneath my lovely Paula. We shall stay overnight, but I can bet that not one of them will be able to unlock the truth that lies behind a very feminine, lovely and thoroughly desirable Paula," Brad said with a conviction that I didn't possess.

When, in the end, I fell asleep I was still cuddled in the big man's arms. I kept recollecting the events of the past few hours and his words of love kept ringing in my ears, like an unending song.

    ***

When I woke up, the early morning sun was knocking on the window. A few of its rays had escaped through the blinds and fell on the naked chest of my lover. He was still asleep and I could hear his deep breath as his chest heaved up and down. It was so wonderful to wake up and find him beside me. I ran a finger upwards from his stomach, past his chest and up along his neck, around his chin, over on to his lips. Suddenly, his mouth opened, and my finger lost its way in a crevice, unable to complete the journey it had begun seconds ago.

"Get up Brad Cooper. I'll have to face a serious test in your farm this morning and, frankly, I am quite frightened! You'll comfort me this very instant," I said before I fell into his open arms and reassuring hands.



  [End of CHAPTER – 3]



Being a Woman Must Be Easy



*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I'm startled awake by my alarm. It's time to get ready for work again. My head hurts from all the drinking I did last night. No luck picking up a girl this time around, unfortunately. It's so much effort to get a girl to come home just to mess around. I really don't get it. If I were a girl, I'd be totally in to that. I know I'm a decent-looking guy, so I don't know why it's so much effort. Nonetheless, it's time to get ready.

Crawling my way out of bed, I make my way to the shower and turn it on. I clean myself from head to toe and go through my usual morning process. Brush my teeth. Shave. The usual.

Finished with everything for the morning, I grab a cup of coffee, hop in the car, and head to work. I work for a science lab. I'm still somewhat low-level, being out of college only a few years back and still not considered entirely tenured at the company. We're doing research on different genetic enhancements. I've been working on growing human body parts on rats, presumably to be used for transplants to humans eventually. Not particularly exciting research, but definitely important in its own right. 

Arriving at work, I pass the receptionist and wave 'hi' as I always do. She's a cute, short brunette with a great body. Just my type, but she barely seems to bat an eye at me. Maybe I'm just not anything special?

I get to my work space and my boss comes over for the usual morning banter. She and I get along quite well, though she's married and has a few years on me. She's still quite attractive, though, and if she were single, I would definitely consider her.

"You look a little out of sorts this morning. Up late drinking again?"

I blush. "Yeah.. Sorry. I had a little more than I'd planned."

"Struck out again?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. I don't really understand why. I bet it's a lot easier being a woman. Having tons of guys always hitting on you. Not putting in any effort."

"Easier? You really think that? It's not always the best having guys all over you. There are a lot of creeps out there. They're the worst. Especially when they won't leave you alone."

"I guess. But you're married. Don't they see the ring and back away?"

"No. I mean, sometimes, but often times not. It's awful."

"I doubt that. I still think it would be a lot easier being a woman."

"I bet you couldn't last a week as one!"

"Heh, I bet you're wrong, but that's a tough bet to make, considering there's no way to follow it through. Plus, I'm not in to guys, so I'm not so sure that would work out for me!"

"Well, alright. Hold on though; I've got something to help you with that hangover. I'll be right back."

She came back a few minutes later with a fruit drink of some sort. I began to drink it. It was actually quite tasty.

"What is this?" I asked.

"As I said, it's to help with your hangover. I've got a bunch more of it. It's just a juice, but I've found it works really nicely for hangovers. Why, do you like it? You can have some whenever you want." A smile came across her face from ear to ear. 

"I may take you up on that."

I could already feel the hangover going away. At the same time, I felt a pain shoot through my stomach, but I didn't think much of it. It must be a cramp or my stomach still being upset from the previous night.

I worked my way through the rest of the day, feeling much better. Before leaving, I had to hit the bathroom. I went to sit down and noticed my testicles were pulled close to my body. It must be colder in here than I was aware of. I did my thing and stopped back at my desk before leaving.

Just as I'm about to leave, my boss stops by and gives me her number.

"Call if you need anything, okay?"

I nod my head. I'm not sure why she's giving me her number now, all of a sudden, but it seems nice of her.

I arrive home and notice myself in the mirror. My hair is getting long already. I thought I just got a haircut, but I guess I'll need to get in for another one soon. It also seems I've put on a little weight. I'll cook light tonight. I stay in for the rest of the evening and get to bed early. Another pain shoots through my stomach. Maybe I should get that looked at? But I'm sure I'm fine for now.

The next morning, I head for my usual routine. My hair seems to be growing incredibly fast. It's odd, but sometimes that can happen to me. I also notice that my testicles are still tight up against my body. It's strange because I really didn't think it was all that cold. And I've REALLY got to do something about this weight I'm putting on. It's starting to show in my chest. I get through showering and get ready to shave, but notice that hasn't really grown in at all. "I guess that's where all the hair on my head is coming from!" I joke with myself.

I get in to work and my boss stops by again.

"How are you feeling this morning? Did you go out last night?"

"Oh, no, I just stayed in. I'm feeling fine, other than some odd pains in my stomach. And, of course, I'm tired."

"That's normal," she said with another big smile, "Here's some more of that juice you like, if that would help you wake up."

I did enjoy it, so I'm happy to accept the drink from her.

A few hours later, I start to get a little horny. I can feel my penis rubbing against the inside of my boxer briefs. It seems more sensitive than usual, so I sneak my way in to the bathroom to take care of myself. I make my way in to a stall and sit down. When I pull out my penis, I notice my testicles are even closer to my body than before. I almost can't tell they're there anymore. My penis also seems smaller, but I figure it's just an illusion or something. This all seems unusual, but I don't think it's the time to worry about it. I lift my shirt a little to get it out of the way and it rubs against my nipples. I cringe a little from the feeling. It's as though I've become more sensitive in some areas of my body.

As I grab my hard cock with my right hand, I grab my, now larger than before, chest and nipple with the other. (I really need to get to the gym!) I begin to play with myself and it feels more intense than I've ever felt before. It's incredibly good. I cum after only a few seconds and it gets all over my stomach. I quickly clean up and make my way back out of the bathroom.

My boss is standing there as I exit.

"Oh, you're filling out nicely already!"

I blush, thinking she's noticed the weight I've put on.

"Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed of! You look good. Come meet me at the mall after work. We can get you some clothes that fit you a little better."

I'm so embarrassed, but I do seem to need some more comfortable clothes. I accept the offer.

Later that day, I arrive at the mall. My boss is already there waiting.

"Alright, let's find you something attractive to show off what you've got! But first, I brought you another one of my drinks I know you like so much!"

What I've got? I'm gaining weight. I didn't think that was something to 'show off.' I thought we would be finding something to cover me up, but Melody (my boss) has always had a good fashion sense, so I figure I can trust her. I take the drink and chug it. I was a bit thirsty and these drinks are irresistible.

"Let's start with lingerie!"

Melody kisses me on the cheek and takes my hand. She's leading me down the hall towards a women's underwear store. I thought we were looking for clothes for me, but I wasn't going to complain if we were picking out underwear for her! I've always been a little bit in to her anyway.

Arriving in the store, Melody starts picking out some very attractive bras and panties. She asks me which ones I like. I see a few that I find exceptionally cute and point them out. She digs for some sizes and walks me to the back where the fitting rooms are. She hands them to me and tells me to see what fits. My look of confusion must be amusing her because she's giggling now.

"You still don't know what's going on?"

I shake my head, clueless.

"Did you think you were just gaining weight or something? I've been feeding you those drinks to change you! You said it would be easier to be a woman. I want you to see what it's really like!"

"Are you saying that those drinks are somehow changing my body? That I'm transforming in to a woman? That doesn't make any sense! That's not even possible! And if it is, I'll just stop drinking that juice!"

"We work in a genetics lab, sweetie. You think we haven't created something that works on humans yet? We just don't tell everyone about it. It's still in the test stages. And even if you stop drinking the juice now, it's still too late. It will slow down the change, but it will still happen. You're better off drinking more of it, so you don't keep getting those stomach cramps and you can finish the transformation faster. Just go try on the underwear and you'll see!"

I hesitate for a moment, sigh, and then step in to a dressing room. I take off my shirt and look down at my chest. It seems to have grown even more since the last time I looked. I can actually feel the weight on me. I hold one of the bras up to my chest and realize it actually does seem to fit. I put it on. 32C. It fits perfectly. This really is strange. I look in the mirror and notice my face. It seems to have much softer features than I remembered. My hair has grown out quite a bit as well. I guess I don't have much of a choice in this matter.

Alright, I've got the bra on and need to try on the underwear next. The bra has a cute flower pattern with a lace trim. I seem to have a pair of panties here that matches. I take off my pants and notice that my scrotum has completely disappeared and my penis has shrunk significantly to no more than 2 inches. It's really strange to look at, but I slip on the panties and they fit perfectly over me. They're actually quite comfortable.

I step out of the fitting room to show myself to Melody. For the first time, I notice I'm actually looking up at her a little bit. She's not wearing heels, so I guess this formula has made me shrink a little as well.

"You look adorable. So, we know your size now. Let's pick out a few more and we'll get going! Leave those ones on. This is all on me." She winks at me and I head back in to put my clothes back on.

After picking out a few undergarments to wear, the two of us start to head out of the shop. I notice a couple guys looking at me. I'm blushing a little. I'm not used to this kind of attention! I have to admit, though, I kind of like it. I can also feel an odd sensation in my panties, though I'm not sure what it is.

"Can I have another one of those drinks?" I ask Melody. "I might as well speed this along. Hiding it isn't going to work, right?"

"Of course! It's not so bad, right? You do look cute, after all!"

We make our way to the next shop. A fashionable girl's clothing shop. Melody and I pick out some dresses, skirts, and tops for me. A gentleman who works there approaches and asks if we could use some help. He's cute, so I giggle a little and tell him we're doing fine on our own, thank you.

"Could I at least get your number?" He asks. "I'm Jason, by the way."

I don't know what to say! Melody is looking at me with a smile and nodding. I guess he is pretty attractive, so I don't see why not.

"I'm... uhh... Nikki." It was the first name that came to mind. "Here, just don't lose it!" I smile and tell him my number as he adds it to his phone.

As he walks away, I look at Melody and she laughs. "Look how well you're doing... Nikki!"

"It was the first name that came to mind!"

"It's yours now!"

Once I'm in the fitting room to try on the clothes we've picked out, I start to undress again and realize what that feeling was earlier. My panties are wet! Pulling them down, I notice my scrotum is gone completely and my penis has shrunk to less than an inch! There's actually a crease where my balls used to be and it's soaked! Touching it, I quiver a little from the feeling. It seems so tender.

After putting on the first dress, I look at myself in the mirror of the fitting room. I don't recognize the woman staring back at me! She's about 5' 4", has long, brown hair, soft, girlish features throughout her face, a 32C chest, a round butt with wide hips, and no resemblance of a man whatsoever! I'm gorgeous! I've never had a girl this cute in my entire life! This could be kind of fun...

I step out with some different clothes on and twirl around for Melody. She and I are having a great time.

After trying on a few items of clothing, she comes in the dressing room. She says she wants to 'help me try on the rest.' Once in the room, she takes off the dress I have on and slips her fingers in to my panties. I whip my head around and lock eyes with her in panic. I'm not in to girls! This is gay! Wait... What am I thinking? I'm so confused! I've always been in to girls and Melody was always my type! I've always dreamed of this, but it feels so wrong! But before I can argue, her fingers are rubbing along the insides of my legs. I'm getting more and more wet by the second and I can feel her fingertips against what used to be my penis. I guess it's my clit now? I'm quivering in excitement, confusion, and pleasure all at once. As I open my mouth to moan, she sticks her tongue inside mine and then slips her fingers inside the hole that must have recently formed. It's the best feeling I've ever felt! It's like burning and pleasure at the same time. I can't control myself anymore and my whole body begins to convulse. My first female orgasm!

"How was that, darling?"

I don't know what to say. I just blush again.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Melody pays for my clothes and we leave the mall with me in a whole new outfit. I look adorable! This is kind of fun!

I join Melody in her car for the ride home. She's invited me over for dinner. I figure there, we can at least talk about what's happening to me.

In the car, Melody begins telling me all about how this project to transform a man in to a woman began. I'm trying to pay attention, but I'm so intrigued by my new body. My fingers are starting to wander and I'm starting to get wet again. My left hand is caressing my breasts and my right slides its way in to my panties. Melody must have noticed because she's stopped talking and is watching me now. I close my eyes and lean back a little. I allow my right hand to find its way to my clitoris and begin to massage it. The feeling is unlike any I've felt before. My fingers move faster and faster around the sensitive spot and I begin to tense up. My heartbeat is increasing and I start to make noises that I can't control. My voice is a higher pitch than it used to be and the sounds I'm making just get me more turned on. I finally reach a climax and my crotch thrusts forward a little, outside of my control. I moan louder than I ever have before. What an incredible experience! I never knew a female orgasm was this good!

Finally finishing up, I take note of the smirk on Melody's face. "How was that?" she asks.

I'm beat red from embarrassment, but I respond, "The best I've ever had..."

"Good, I'm glad you're having fun. Save a little for later though!"

Just as she finishes saying that, my phone begins to ring. It's a number I don't recognize, but I pick it up anyway. It turns out to be Jason!

"Invite him for dinner," Melody whispers.

I do as she says and give Jason the address. My heart begins to flutter a bit. It seems that the formula has changed not only my body, but my feelings, too! I'm actually attracted to Jason and I'm completely ok with it! I'm actually kind of excited for my first experience spending time with a man.

We arrive at Melody's house and when inside, her husband comes to greet us. His name is Lance and he's a tall, (I think he's tall, anyway. I'm not used to my new height.) muscular guy with gorgeous blue eyes and short, dark hair. He gives Melody a kiss and inquires about me. She explains the situation and he seems completely comfortable with it. He gives me a smile and we go inside.

"So, it must be interesting going through that kind of change," says Lance. "I imagine there's a lot of new feelings and thoughts filling your mind right now."

I just nod my head, not quite sure what to say.

"Well, dinner's ready," he says.

Just then, there's a knock on the door. It's Jason! I let him in and he gives me a peck on the cheek. He smells like cologne and the scent alone makes my heart race.

Everyone introduces themselves and we sit down for dinner. The conversation is nice and light-hearted. After dinner, I see Melody wink at Jason. He takes my hand gently and leads me away from the table. He's leading us upstairs and turns around half-way up to give me a kiss on the lips. I close my eyes and let his tongue in to my mouth. His right hand reaches up and grabs my breast. I can feel myself getting wet again.

When he pulls away, he reaches down and picks me up, carrying me the rest of the way upstairs.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Jason sets me down on the bed and lays me back. He begins kissing every inch of my body and it feels better than anything I've ever imagined. He begins to pull up my skirt and gets me in to just my panties and bra. The smile on his face shows how excited he is. I tell him to take off his clothes and he complies. I drop to my knees and take him in my hand. His cock is standing up straight. It's about 7 inches long and a little bigger than my hand can fit around. His hair is trimmed short, which is nice for my first time.

I begin to jerk him off and he sets his hand on my head. I know what he really wants. His hand pushes my head forward and I part my lips. His hard cock begins to invade my mouth. I love the taste of it. I flick my tongue around the head and begin to thrust my head back and forth on it. He keeps his hand on my head and undoes my bra with the other. My breasts fall out and I can feel their weight shifting on my chest as I move.

I feel Jason's hand holding my head with a little more force than before and then begin to feel someone pulling down my panties. It can't be him because he's in front of me! I'm getting a little nervous, but I think I know who it is. I feel a pair of hands holding my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. The person begins to lube up my asshole with his fingers. Before I can react, I hear Lance say, "Just relax, sweetie." His penis starts to penetrate my hole.

I've never been penetrated before and I'm nervous. It burns a little at first, but I have no way of stopping him. I continue to take Jason's package in my mouth as Lance thrusts in to me. After a few moments, it starts to feel fantastic. He starts playing with my chest and I'm loving every second of it.

After a few minutes of my ass being used, I feel Lance's cock start to swell up inside of me. Streams of hot cum begin to hit the inner walls of my ass and I force myself back and forth on him harder. I want all of it inside me. He's moaning a little bit from the pleasure and then pulls his cock out of me.

I'm still playing with Jason's penis when he takes me by the shoulders. He stands me up and kisses me, then lays me down on the bed. I notice Melody in the corner touching herself.

"We should let them be, sweetie," she says to her husband.

"Jason, would you mind them staying?"

Jason shakes his head and I tell them to stay and watch.

He begins to kiss me and caress every section of my body again. His shaft is still hard as a rock, as he hasn't cum yet. He slips on a condom, which wouldn't have crossed my mind. I didn't even consider I might be able to get pregnant! His lips press against mine and I feel the tip of his penis against my soaking wet vagina. He begins to slip inside of me. I can feel every inch of him filling me up. It's a much more intense feeling than I ever received as a man. It's as though every nerve in my body is reacting to him entering me. I feel a little bit of pressure when he gets deeper in to me and it turns to pain for a moment, but he's being gentle, so I'm okay. Once he's past that, he begins to thrust slowly in and out of me.




Being a Woman Must Be Easy



I close my eyes and let Jason take control of me. I try to get in rhythm with him, working him in and out of me. It just keeps feeling better. I didn't know it could get better than this! We speed up and I'm letting him as deep inside me as I can handle, but I want more. I wrap my arms around him, pull him out of me, and roll him on to his back. With me straddling him, I lower myself on to his cock. I can feel it deeper inside me now and I start to bounce up and down on it. He grabs my chest and plays with the nipples, which are now harder than I've seen them. I lean down and press my chest against his. Our lips reunite again and I can feel my whole body start to tense up. I'm about to have my first inner vaginal orgasm. At the same time, I feel him swell up in me as well. It only adds to my pleasure. I start to orgasm and I feel his hot cum filling the condom. I try to go faster, so he can get all of it out. I can see it in his eyes that he feels amazing and I'm glad. I like making him happy.

When we finish, the two of us hold each other for a short while before remembering the two who were watching us. I look over and see them finishing up with each other. I hadn't even noticed they were screwing as well!

I kiss Jason and stand up to put my clothes back on. Being a girl is more enjoyable than I could have expected!

After getting my clothes on, Melody takes me outside the room. She asks me what I think and my face must have lit up because I didn't have to say a word for her to know.

"Here's the deal, then," she says. "If you like being a girl, you can stay this way, but you have to drink one of those drinks every week for a year in order to not change back. But after the last one, you will never be able to change back."

I'm unsure of what to say. I don't know yet if I want to be like this forever. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course."

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One year later:

"I love you," Jason says. This is the first time he's ever said it!

I look down at myself, with my gorgeous, feminine body, finish the last drink, and reply, "I love you, too."