Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2007 11:47:00 -0400
From: rayeanne.41.ts@gmail.com
Subject: My Journey Into Womanhood 2

This is a continuation of the part-fantasy saga of Ashley's conversion from
boy to woman. Hope you enjoy.

Would love to get feedback from you.
Note the change in email address.
rayeanne.


Chapter 2.  My Journey Into Womanhood.


Greta drove me to the office of the sex therapist on Monday afternoon.  I
was dressed in panties, bra, tight white denim slacks, a loose-fitting pink
slik blouse, and canvas deck shoes.  Greta had insisted on painting my
toenails and putting an ankle bracelet on my left leg.  She told me that
having these feminine decorations applied at first where they did not show
publicly would help me get used to the feeling of having them on, even if
it was secretly.  I did not realize that the therapist was going to see
what I was wearing!

When I was finally alone with Dr. Johnson, a middle aged attractive woman,
we began to talk.  We went over my history.  How I was orphaned by the
tragic death of my mother and father when I was nine years old as we were
returning from France, where I had been raised from birth.  I still spoke
french very well.  Then about my year in the orphanage before being rescued
by Greta.  We then moved quickly on to talk about what had happened to my
body and about my sexual feelings that had developed since I came to live
with Greta.

"Now tell me Ashley...by the way you should know that Ashley is a girl or a
boy name.. how do your sexual responses feel?"

"Well, first my nipples start to tingle. They ache most of the time anyway,
so I start to massage them.  They harden then and I start to tingle in my
crotch.  Well, not in my crotch but up from there, inside me."

"That's interesting, you mean up in your anus? Somewhere up in your
rectum?"

"Yes, that's where I feel the tickling-tingling, and it feels
so..so..good."

"Ashley, do you know what the so-called 'g-spot' is?"

"N..no."

"Well what is happening is that one of your primary sexual response centers
is getting turned on.  You are actually capable of having an orgasm based
solely on stimulation of your g-spot.  Now what we need to explore is what
are you thinking about when you experience this arousal.  Tell me what
experience you may have had just prior to this arousal and what thoughts
came to your mind?"

"Well, I had been on the back porch watering some flowers, wearing a
cut-off tee shirt and a pair of black short shorts, which were admittedly a
bit too tight, but that's what I usually wore when doing housework. Anyway
one of Greta part time yardmen, a great big man, burly and hairy, happened
to be nearby and I noticed him staring at me with his mouth hanging open!
And I saw that his work pants were sticking out somewhat in the crotch. I
got nervous about this and soon went back inside. I had suddenly realized
that this man was excited by the looks of me. I wasn't quite sure what he
wanted to do with me, but his thingy responding like that told me he wanted
to get hold of me and do something to me. That was when I started to
respond as we discussed. And that was when I slipped into the bathroom and
closed the door."

"And what did you do then, tell me in detail."

"I pushed down my shorts and pulled up my tee shirt. I started to caress my
nipples with one hand and rub my penis with the other. It quickly began to
feel very good."

"What do you mean you 'rubbed' your penis?"

"I mean I pressed it up against my mound, into my pubic bush, sort of
instinctively I think, and I rubbed the underside of it with my fingers."

"That's not how boys masturbate. That is the way girls masturbate their
clitoris."

"Oh? What is a clitoris?"

"Well, it is basically the remnants of a penis that didn't get to make it
all the way. But it can provide sexual pleasure very similar to that
provided a male by the erect, ejaculating penis, except that it doesn't
ejaculate, though it will often emit sexual fluid, for some rathre
vigorously! Now, tell me what follows when you perform this special
masturbation."

"I..uh.. reach a peak. It's wonderful. I kind of lose control and my thighs
spread open and my hips start to rotate up in rhythm with my pressing
fingers pushing down on my penis. It is disturbing that my penis never gets
real stiff and erect the way it did even just a year ago. But it still
flows some as I peak."

"Ashley, this sounds just like female masturbation. I tell you what, I want
to run some tests on you to see what is going on. Please go in the next
room and take off all your clothes, put on the paper gown, and lie down on
the padded table in there. I will bring in some instruments to be attached
to you in a moment."

I went in, took off all my clothes and quickly got the paper gown to cover
my modesty. Just as I got settled on my back on the table she came in with
some strange looking instruments.  She attached a clamp on one of my
fingers and a cuff on my arm and then to my shock, pushed up the gown and
seemed to be doing something to my shy little penis.  She was putting a
collar around the base of it!  Then I saw a rubber covered tube, maybe an
inch across, with what looked like a rubber bulb on the end of it, with a
rubber tube running out the other end of it.  Oh god, what was going on?
She then pulled a TV in over my head and tilted it down, so that I could
see it in the horizontal position.  She then mounted a tape in a nearby VCR
and turned it on.  I noticed that Greta was standing by watching all this.

"Now, I want you to bend your knees, pull your heels back near your
butt,OK?"

As I hesitantly pulled my thighs up and back she used her hands to spread
my knees, opening my thighs to her view of my naked buttocks and genitals.
I felt so embarassed, she was the first woman other than Greta to see my
private parts.

"Good, now I'm going to insert a tube through your anus and well up into
your rectum, this won't hurt, I will go slow with it."

But it did feel awkward, embarassing, and a little uncomfortable, at least
until it was well up into my canal.

"Now, just watch this video."

Suddenly on the screen there was a naked man and what looked like a woman,
also naked.  Then there was a front view of both of them.  I was shocked to
see his penis.  It was unbelievably huge, at least to me.  I had never seen
a man's penis before, much less one fully erect as this one was.  The
reason why he was so excited stood before him, curvy and voluptuous, and
between her legs, a penis and testicles!! I found it interesting that her
penis was about six inches long erect as it was. I didn't get erect
anymore, but the longest ever for mine was 3 and a half inches.  Now,
though it got fluffed up, it never even got to 3, even while 'coming'.
Yet, even with her relatively large member, this man seemed to be really
hot for her.  This started to excite me, and I got even more excited with
what happened next.  He began to kiss her and caress her as he laid her
down on a bed and hovered over her.  Soon he spread her legs and his hand
roamed in her split, entering her anus.  She began to moan.  Then suddenly
he mounted her and pulled her legs far up his back, and the camera showed
his shaft pressing into her split.  I really became excited when he started
to enter her.  I could not see how she could receive that awsome staff into
her, but she did, as it slowly slid into her with each powerful thrust by
the man.  This thrusting went on for quite a while, him sinking deep into
her belly and then almost all the way out. I was feeling tingly all over
now and a little light headed.  Finally he was slamming her so hard it made
a splatting sound every time his muscular thighs met the soft full
underside of her thighs.  She was crying out almost as though she was in
pain, but I knew she was not.  I somehow knew she was getting a wonderful
feeling from him. He slowed down now, long slow thrusts as she slowly
curled her hips up to meet him.  Then it appeared she must have climaxed
and drove him over the edge as he discharged deep in her belly. I felt by
this time that I was close to orgasm, but now I began to calm down even
though my breathing was ragged and I was quivering all over.  I just could
not bear the embarassment of flowing off in front of the Dr. and Greta.
All of this action took about 20 min., then it was all over and the TV was
turned off.

"Very well, Greta, I believe we found out what we needed to know."

"Yes, I agree Kath.  She is definitely responding as I predicted she
would."

"What are you two talking about?"

"Honey, what the Dr. is saying is that your physiological responses were
what we would expect from a teenage girl being exposed to the conduct of
intercourse between a man and a woman."

"Specifically Ashley, your penis responded by twitching and pulsing late in
the viewing session, actually spilling out a small amount of fluid, and at
the same time your anus and rectal canal pulsed and contracted rather
forcefully.  You got very close to an external, or what we would call a
'clitoral', climax.  At this point your essential femine nature must be
accepted, recognized, and appreciated as expressing the essence of you."

I finally accepted that this was true.  I now knew if I was to find sexual
fulfilment and satisfaction, it would be due to a man bringing me to it,
taking me and giving me his essence.  We left the office and drove home in
excited conversation about what I needed to do to become, at least for a
long while to come, a full transexual.  To become not just passable but
beautiful and desireable.  The Dr. had given a manual she had written for
ts's who were new into it.  I had been on hormones for years now and Greta
was just now admitting to me that that is what she decided upon when I was
ten years old.  So physically I had a head start, even at age 15.  I
studied the manual in detail.  How to develop the proper mannerisms and
posture, makeup, clothing, hygeine, and of course explicit instructions
about having sex with a man.  I learned to say 'cock' instead of penis.  I
came to understand that I had an anal-vagina and a clitoris, and what it
took for me to have both g-spot and clitoral orgasms.  And I was introduced
for the first time to the idea of giving head to a man.

In a few more months of even more intensive hormone therapy, now that it
was out in the open, and a small surgery to tack up my little testicles
under the fat of my mons pubis so that my panties would fit better, I was
suddenly at my 16th birthday.  I had finally topped out at 5'6" and 126#,
with a 28" waist and 35" hips.  I was still pretty skinny in the upper
body, only 32" chest, with less than an A-cup swell, though my aoreoles
were half dollar size now and my nipples stood out more than quarter of an
inch when I became aroused.

One day I was trying on some daring new things Greta had bought me in the
city on a recent visit she made there.  There was not much choice of sexy
things in our little town.  I now wore a B-cup wonder bra with only a
little stuffing it it becuase I had suddenly developed into a medium A-cup
breast.  I put on a thin white cut off tee shirt and a new pair of red low
cut nylon/lycra shorts.  They were so wicked, cut well below my navel and
riding tight in my crotch and high on my buttocks.  I wore open white
sandals so my painted toenails showed, as well as my toe rings and ankle
bracelet.  I had started painting my finger nails as well since going
public with my new feminine persona.

I had returned from art class, where I wore this outfit for the other girls
to see.  My art teacher had scolded me for looking so slutty.  I couldn't
help it, I was feeling so sexually aroused.  The heavy hormones were making
me emotionally unstable.  I now here I was back from class and working in
the kitchen dressed like this when the manager of the two workmen who came
here a couple ot times a week entered the back door unannounced.  I was a
little startled when he stood before me, towering over me, staring at my
skimpily clad body.

"Hey...you are fine lookin' in that outfit little lady.  Your mama know you
wear that outfit?"

"Uh...no..she doesn't.  Is it all that revealing?"  I stammered, feeling
embarassed but aroused by the presence of this big man.

Suddenly he had me in his arms, feeling me up.  His hands cupped my supple
ass as he kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth.  I instinctively
responded by melting into his big chest.

"I tell you what baby, you need to be fucked but if I did that Greta would
chase me out of here.  So I'm gonna do something else."

Suddenly he stepped back and dropped his pants and shorts to reveal a huge
cock springing up and throbbing.  I was mesmerized by it.  First by its
majestic thick glans and thick long shaft and then by the realization that
I had caused it to get in such an angry state to begin with.  I felt a
certaing sense of power in this but at the same time was overwhelmed with a
submissive sense of surrender to his dominance.

"Here baby girl, take this in your sweet mouth."

The next thing I knew his throbbing head was in the back of my stretched
open mouth, and he was thrusting his thing into my throat.  I tried to push
away but he held my head and literally fucked into it, slowly forcing the
head past the constriction of my throat.  I was struggling to breathe as he
was now thrusting down my throat. Thankfully in only a few strokes he
slowed down his thrusting and swelled even more in my throat and I felt his
cock pulsing as he delivered his semen...cum... down my throat and into my
tummy.  I was so hot when he did that, even though I was getting no real
sexual satisfaction out of this act.  I did feel the familiar tingling in
the root of my belly, and that was delicious just by itself.  He quickly
pulled out of me and hurriedly zipped up.

"Ahh.. that was good baby girl.  I sure would like to get in your little
pussy and shoot you full of my cum.  Oh well, maybe later."

And he left, cautioning me not to tell Greta about any of this.  I went to
the bathroom to fix my makeup. I was so hot down there.  I stripped my
shorts and panties down.  I was surprised to find a slick wet spot in the
crotch of my panties AND in the seat!  It was then that I found out that my
anal vagina lubricated itself given a little time for it to happen.  This
was a great thrill to me for some reason.  I thought about how my love
tunnel had cloyed as he fucked my face, and had weeped out its preparation,
only to be denied once again. I flowed off in my bush.  This time it must
have been nearly a teaspoonful!

I continued to see Dr. Johnson on a regular basis to condition me to my new
found femininity while she also tracked my physical development.  We had
extensive discussions and instruction from photos showing intercourse,
which always caused arousal.  She finally got around to having me strip,
lie on my back, pull my thighs far back, and have a dildo inserted in my
pussy.  It took a while to learn to open up myself upon the beginning of
penetration.  I soon was feeling little or no pain due to initial
penetration.  And the thrusting into me began to pleasure me.  I initially
had only internal g-spot orgasms, as she said would be the case.  Finally
after one session inwhich she worked on me for a long time with the dildo,
which this time was a bigger one and more life-like, a had a clitoral
orgasm.  She said she saw my clit suddenly fluff up almost to erection as
it started to flow its clear watery issue, and then it quickly had one
spurt which jumped out about and inch from my little glans.

"OK Ashley, I think you've got the idea now.  We won't need any more of
these sessions.  I just wanted to be sure you would respond fully in sexual
intercourse.  If you can do it with a dildo you will have a glorious time
with a real man covering you and a real living cock thrusting into your
sucking vagina."

I left that day not aware that as soon as Dr. Johnson gave feedback to
Greta, I would be one step closer to losing my virginity to my future
husband.

...to be continued..
rayeanne.