Date: Thu, 02 Nov 2006 01:11:32 -0500
From: Nicki Christensen <girlie.6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nick's New Life part 2

The big day came, and I knew my life was about to change in a big way.  Nick
was no longer, and Nicki was ready to start her life.  The move went rather
smoothly.  I didn't have a whole lot to pack, seeing that most of my
possessions were those of a boy.  I talked my parents into buying me a lot
of new stuff for my new life style.  This was great.  I was starting my new
life and I was excited.

Now the town that we were moving to was a small type of town, where
everybody new everybody.  This made me a little nervous, seeing that I
really didn't want my secret to get out.  I didn't want any preconceived
notions about me.  I wanted no record of Nick Christensen in Minnesota, just
Nicki.  Well, the house that my parents bought was beautiful.  It was a two
story house set on about an acre of land.  I had the whole top floor
basically to myself, seeing that the master bed room was on the main level.
Even though I was 15, I decided to girly the room out.  I went the brightest
pink I could find for the walls (a mistake, cause when I painted them a few
years later, it took about 10 coats of the new paint to cover the pink) I
chose a flower boarder to go along the top of the room, and a pretty
purplish comforter for my bed.  Thinking back to it, it probably looked like
a 9 year olds bed, but who cares.  I unpacked all of my new clothes, sat
down and just took it all in.  This was really happening.  I don't know why,
but I started to cry.  Seeing that it was near dinner time, my mom came up
to find me, and seeing that I was crying, she sat next to me.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know.  I sat down for a sec, and all this emotion came out.  I
really can't believe that this is happening.  I've wanted this for the past
4 years, and now it's happening.  I'm sooooo happy, but on the same hand I'm
sooooo scared. "

"Nicki, you are a wonderful person.  And now you can hopefully  be who you
really are.  To let you in on a little secret, I've always wanted to have
girl talk with my daughter, and now I hopefully can.  I just want you to
know, you can tell me anything.  I will always be there for you."

This made me happy.

"Okay hun, lets get down to dinner.  We're having your favorite, spaghetti."

"Thanks mom, I really mean it."

Well school started in two weeks, and since I had made the decision to
become a girl, I had stayed inside as much as possible.  I might be able to
pass looking like a girl, but boy did I have a lot to learn about acting
like a girl.  Sure, I was an effeminate girl, but there are those certain
quirks that make girls girls.  Those are what I needed to learn.  So
enlisted the help of my cousin, the one who first turned me on to wearing
girl clothes.  I begged my mom to have Jenny come over the for that last two
weeks of summer, and she finally was able to convince my aunt to let Jenny
come.

I have always been very close to my cousin.  She has always been there for
me.  When I was younger she would help me dress like a girl, and when I knew
that I wanted to be a girl, she was the first person I told, and she was so
accepting to it.  She is also the only other person in the world (besides
all of you who have read my first story) who knows why I was really beat up.
  Like I said before, Jenny is the same age as me, and for our entire lives
who looked like twins, which is good for me, cause she is beautiful.  The
arrangements were set, and she was going to be arriving the next day.

Now there is something that I really haven't dived into a lot, and that's my
sexuality.  I did share my experience with Billy, but that confused things
for me.  I loved giving him the blow job, it was one the things that made me
really feel like a girl, but I knew on the same hand still liked girls.  The
complicated things a lot for me because I didn't know what was right.  The
day with Billy was the first experience I had had with another person
sexually, male or female.   I had experimented things with myself.  I first
masturbated when I was 12.  I was wearing a pair of white cotton panties,
and noticed that my penis was getting bigger.  I started to rub it through
the panties, and that just made it harder and harder.  But it felt so good.
So I did it faster and faster, until I came all of the insides of the
panties.  They were a mess, but I didn't care.  I could believe how good it
felt cumming.  So masturbating became almost a daily habit for me.  Then,
when I graduated from 8th grade, when I was 14, my parents gave me a
preloaded Visa card with $100.  I had no idea what to buy with it.  Should I
buy my own panties?  Maybe, something even riskier like a bra or slip?
Being the age of technology, I started to surf the web.  Looking on porn
sites, I noticed vibrators and dildos.  Interesting I thought to myself.  I
did a little research, and realized I wanted to know what a cock felt like
inside of me, both oral and anally.  So I made my first dildo purchase.  It
was about 8" and about 2" around.  When the package had arrived from, I
quickly grabbed from the postman, and almost came from the excitement.  I
ran upstairs, pulled on a pair of yellow panties, and ripped open the
package.  I set it down on the bathroom counter, and started to rub it.  The
immediately gave me a huge hard on.  I locked the door and went back to the
giant cock on my counter.  I slowly lowered my head, and started to engulf
the cock.  I reached my right hand down and start to play with my own cock
through the soft silky material.  The more cock I took in my mouth, I
hornier I got.  After a few seconds I realized I had no gag reflex, and
could deep throat it.  It me about 30 seconds of sucking before I came.  It
was the biggest load of cum I had ever produced.  I quickly grabbed some of
the cum from the panties, and put it on the head of the dildo and sucked it
off.  It was my first taste of cum, and I knew I was hooked.  I imagined
that I had sucked this cock so well, that I had made it cum.

I continued giving head to the dildo everyday for about a week and half,
until I knew I wanted to put it in my ass.  I wanted to fuck myself.  My mom
was going on a few errands one afternoon and I knew it was chance.  I went
upstairs to the bathroom equipped with a pair of panties, some lotion for
lube, and my dildo.   I slid the panties up, which gave me an instant hard
on.  I set the dildo up and started to suck it, but instead of playing with
my cock, I started to message my ass hole.  It gave me instant pleasure.  I
continued to suck while squirting some lube onto my hands.  I slowly worked
it into my ass.  I knew that this was great to blissful.  I took the dildo,
and started to work in my ass.  Slowly pumping it in and out, I had to
really resist not cumming.  At a rhythmic pace, I started to fuck myself.  I
felt like a girl being given what she really wanted.  I started to moan,
quietly at first, but then uncontrollably.  I able to sustain from cumming
for about three minutes, and then shot a huge load on the bathroom mirror.
Still with the dildo in my ass, I started to lick the cum of the mirror,
causing me to cum again.  I must have blacked out from pleasure, the next
thing I remember was being in bed.

I felt the preceding was necessary because it show's how even sexually I
wanted to be a girl, and that I did not want to be the one to have my cock
sucked, I wanted to be the cocksucker.  Well, this is all important, but
let's get back to when I was 15.

I awoke the morning that Jenny was coming with great joy and anticipation.
My mom and I went to the airport to pick her up.  As soon as she got off the
plane, I ran up to her a gave her a huge hug.

"Oh my god, you look great."  she said to me.  I was wearing a knee length
jean skirt with a pink tank top on.

"Well you don't look so bad yourself" I replied.

The car ride back to our house the three of us girls chatted about different
things.  Family, the summer, the upcoming school year.  When we got home, I
couldn't wait to show her my room.  We rushed up stairs, and I told her to
close her eyes.  I led her in and said, "Open them!!"  She did, and just
started laughing.  She couldn't help herself.

"I'm sorry Nicki, I don't' mean to laugh, but what are you 8"

"What do you mean.  I think the room looks great.  It's girly and
everything.  I thought it fit me perfectly."

"Well first off, you have a purple Barbie comforter.  You have a flower
border on the wall, and you have stuffed animals everywhere.  The pink on
the walls is do able, but the rest we'll have to fix."

I was going to protest, but after looking at the room again, I realized that
yeah it was pretty little kidish.  I showed Jenny where she could unpack and
hang her clothes up.  We were going to be sharing the bedroom, she would get
the bed and I'd get an air mattress.  There was a third bedroom, but my dad
decided to make it into an office.  Well, now that we were finally alone,
the good questions started to come out.  As I watched her unpack, I took
notice to all of her clothing.  There was so much to learn.  She had about a
thousand different outfits, and I admired her underwear collection.  She had
hi-cut bikini, thongs, boy shorts, g-strings, these lacy type that I had
never seen before.  I knew that this was going to be fun.

"So, what is it like?"  Jenny asked.

"It was really strange at first, but now I know it was the right decision to
make.  It helps having great supporting parents, my mom especially."

"That's good."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."  She said smiling.

"Well, it's kind of awkward.  Should I be liking boys or girls?  To me, I
like both, but I don't want to be weird or anything.  It's just really
confusing."

She laughed again.  "It's what's inside of you.  Since we're being honest
and talking about stuff like this, I'm bisexual.  I like both."

I was shocked, I didn't know what to say.

"I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything, but I've done both types
of oral sex.  I've never had regular sex though."

I blushed, and she picked up on it.  I had to tell her about Billy.  "Well,
do you remember Billy, my best friend back home?"  She nodded yes.  "The day
before we left, I gave him a blow job.  He said I did a great job.  I though
so cause I made him cum a lot."

She looked shocked, but then smiled.  "My cousin is learning how to be a
girl, I'm so proud."  She did the fake tearing up thing, so I hit her with a
pillow.

Next time, I will get into my girl "training" and my first days of school as
a girl.  I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as the last one.

Nicki