Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2008 12:37:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Panty Sabbatical -- transgender

Panty Sabbatical By Gingerfred Man

Chapter One -- Different

Unlike other teenagers, I always wanted to be different.

Most teens join groups and try very hard to stay within the group norms.
One or two in each group see themselves as the leaders, and then try to set
those norms. But even they stay within the group norms they set.

I was different. I didn't care to follow the norms of any group. I wasn't a
loner, but I didn't feel I had to do what everyone else did.

That made for an interesting time in high school. I was known as Charlie
DuBois, Boy Oddball. Not in a mean way. Most people liked that I was
unpredictable. It was what they probably all wanted to do, but thought the
price was too high.

Being from a well-off family helped a lot too. I mean it's easier to be odd
when your Dad and Mom can cover for you. Not that I got into trouble. I
just wanted to always do things my way and didn't care one bit if others
followed.

Six months before graduation, everyone was talking about what college he or
she was going to and what he or she would do when they got there. Though my
grades were good, I didn't even apply to a college. After 15 years of
school, counting kindergarten and two years of preschool, I had no desire
to jump into four more years of homework bondage right away.

A few of the seniors thought they were like me, but really weren't. They
were going to backpack through Europe for a year. Trite! Or. New Zealand.
Hackneyed! Or even Indonesia. Yawn!

I wanted something really different and I figured I had found a way to go
where very few had gone before. I was going to be a client of Acme
Sabbaticals. Actually, my Dad was to be the client, since he was paying.
But he knew my personality and supported my need to be different, He even
supported this little adventure I was proposing, but he certainly had
reservations.

Acme (same name as the maker of all the fine products the coyote used to go
after the roadrunner) offered a fantastic way for me to spend my sandwich
year between high school and college. I was going to spend it as a girl.



Chapter Two -- Preparation

That's right. I said I would spend the next year of my life as a girl. Acme
offered the only really different sabbatical and I just had to have it.

I didn't even tell the mopes in my high school what I would be doing. They
would have just mocked me or called me a faggot or something. They were so
stupid. I wasn't going to go out with guys or anything. I knew that was
gay. I was going to sort of masquerade as a girl, with a girl's wardrobe
and a girl's identity. I would even be living in another city and working
in a job Acme arranged for me.

It would be so cool! And imagine the looks on the hometown crowd's faces
when I came back in a year and told them about an adventure none of them
could ever top. They would never forget that!

It wasn't easy; Acme told me so and spent hours explaining all the
pitfalls. Since I was 18, I could sign all the waivers and all that legal
stuff so Dad and I couldn't sue Acme. Yadda, yadda, I said. Let me sign it
and let's get on with it.

In January of my senior year, I began to spend four hours a week in
training. I learned about cosmetics and hair and clothes and feminine
mannerisms. I'll admit that it shocked me when I began to wear feminine
clothes. They were so different. I creamed the first panties I ever put
on. And the second. And the third. And those stockings! And garter belts!
My cock was flaming whenever those things got next to my skin.

I loved nighties too. As part of my training, I had to sleep in a babydoll
and matching panties every night for five months. I adored the feel of
those wispy little things against my most sensitive parts. Girls are so
lucky, I thought.

I got titties, too, you know, small ones, but definitely titties. They gave
me pills and injections and I got the cutest little boobs.

Since we're sharing here, I'll tell you. I loved those little bubbles. I
would tickle them with my left hand and spank my spunker with my right. In
a very short time, hot cum would be leaping from my cock. I had the best
cums in my life to that point that way.

I looked at my changing body a lot too. Acme told me that nothing was
permanent unless I wanted it to be. Why did they say that? My waist had
gotten smaller and it seemed my hips had widened. I hadn't gotten a haircut
since September; my hair was shoulder-length when it wasn't in a boyish
ponytail. I liked looking at my new body, as I was standing naked in front
of a mirror. I would make girlish poses, just as Acme had taught me. Just
practicing, you know. I looked pretty good. But I would giggle at how funny
my cock looked with that girlish body.

Still, I knew I would be giving those titties up in a year. It was only a
sabbatical after all.

I had to hide them, of course, which wasn't difficult. I wore loose
stuff. But the rubbing of even my tee shirt against my nipples would get me
so charged up, that I had to visit a lot of men's rooms for relief.

By the day after graduation, I was very psyched to begin my adventure. I
said goodbye to Mom and Dad and, carrying only a few personal items, drove
to the Acme office to begin a truly different year.















Chapter Three -- So It Begins

The girl's name I selected was Nicole; sort of French, do you like it?

The Acme people called me Nicole from the first minute I signed all those
papers. They really wanted me to do well in my new environment, they told
me, and I believed them.

Nicole was moving to a mid-sized town called Fromage in Wisconsin. She, I
mean, I had a job as a receptionist for a law firm. Those Acme people have

some clout. I mean, a receptionist is never hired sight unseen, right? I
mean, she's gotta be a babe. And good at making people feel welcome, and
answering the phone.

Acme gave me a lot of training in being a receptionist too, so I felt
confident about that. It was the being pretty part that worried me.

I knew I looked pretty good as a girl. And I had gotten pretty good at
make-up and walking and femmy- acting. But I was still nervous.

I drove to Fromage, arriving on the Friday before the Monday my job would
begin. Acme had arranged and even furnished a nice apartment for me. It had
little girlie touches that I had to admit I kind of liked. It also had two
big walk-in closets for my clothes. I liked that a lot, because I had a
huge wardrobe already. It seems I had a pretty good fashion sense for
girls' clothes to go with my Dad's credit card.

I checked out the neighborhood and discovered for the first time the hot
stares that men give a pretty girl walking in four-inch stilettos, a tiny
mini, and sheer, black stockings.  It was very rude, yet just a tiny bit
exciting. Not that I was gay. I just liked the evidence of the fact that I
was attractive. I was sure that was why my cock was stiff when men drooled
over me. Acme taught me about tucking, but when Mr. Johnson makes up his
mind to stand up, no one can stop him.

On Monday morning, I reported for work at eight, 30 minutes before opening
time. I had risen at five to be sure that I looked my best. In my humble
opinion, few girls on their first day for work ever looked better. I wore a
red dress with tiny white polka dots and mid-calf-length skirts, white
stockings and sexy white, four-inch stiletto sandals. I had a sexy wiggle
when I walked and my face and hair were works of art.

I was told to report to one of the partners, Bill Packer. Mr. Packer had
obviously been at the office for quite some time already that
morning. Lawyers can be such workaholics, especially when there are
billable hours to be done.

Mr. Packer was nice enough, but I wasn't sure I liked the way he was
looking at me. I knew Acme hadn't told anyone that I was a guy, so I guess
he thought I was a pretty, 18-year-old girl. I saw the pictures of a wife
and family on his desk. Why was he giving me those looks?

I was to get plenty more of those looks that day and for several days
after. Already, I was learning things. A very direct cord to their balls
and cocks connects men's brains. I saw lots of evidence of that at Howard,
Fine & Howard.

There weren't any other girls my age at HFH. Two of the lawyers were women
and all the twelve secretaries. But I was the youngest by a good ten
years. It didn't take long for me to figure out that they all figured I was
some little bimbo prick teaser. Little did they know that the only prick, I
was teasing was my own.

Still, I had plenty of company that first day. I think each of the 35 males
who worked at HFH stopped by to wish me well. And check me out. They were
all very nice to me, but I certainly gave them no encouragement of the kind
they were looking for, although some did seem nicer than the others. Dare I
say, cuter, in a charming way, maybe? And I do recall spilling a little goo
in a stall in the ladies room during one of my breaks as I reviewed all the
nice compliments I had received.

Clients seemed to pay a lot of attention to me too, especially the
men. Actually, only the men. The women sized me up as a lightweight, not
worthy of their time. The men all seemed to want to co-habitat my
panties. Despite the potential for gayness, it was all very exciting.

The day ended at five. Six different guys had told me during the day about
how several of the Howard, Fine & Howard bunch gathered at the Three Blind
Mice bar after work. But I was exhausted after the tension of my first day
and begged off.

I went home, washed off all my make-up, moisturized, repainted my toenails,
ate a Lean Cuisine and got into my frilly nightie and into bed to watch
Lifetime. I turned it off at nine and lay there thinking about all those
men fawning over me. They just wanted me for sex, though. I was pretty sure
they didn't care about my mind. What would they think when they discovered
that I was packing pork in my pretty panties?

Still, I was getting some odd thoughts about accepting some of the offers I
was getting from men. Not seriously. But just dreaming of David, that hunky
30-year-old single partner I had seen nine or ten times that first day
hanging around my desk. What if he trapped me somewhere and pulled my
panties down? He was so much bigger than I. I would resist, but I would be
helpless, wouldn't I? So anything that happened to me wouldn't count,
right? I mean, if he made me suck his cock and swallow his cum. Oh. And if
he licked my hole and got it all soppy so he could put his big cock in
it. My own cock was twitching and throbbing at the thought that any man
could be so beastly. I patted it gently to calm it down. And then, what if
David actually forced his big (I assumed), hard throbber into my little
pooper! That was all the speculation my sore prickie could take. My stomach
pulled hard and my sticky, girlie goo blasted into the world. I whimpered
through an excellent, six-spurt orgasm, licked my hand clean and went to
sleep.



Chapter Four -- A Fellow Traveler

That first week, I had offers, offers, offers. Come with me here. Let me
show you this. Have you ever been to such and such? I was very polite, but
turned them down for three big reasons. One, I wasn't gay, although I was
feeling more like a real girl with every passing minute. Second, I remember
my Dad telling me that you don't shit where you eat, which I believe was
his colorful way of saying, don't date co-workers. And probably most
importantly, I had a cock and balls, not a pussy. The reaction to that news
in an intimate moment could get me hurt, followed by fired, when the news
got out.

So my fun was pretty much limited to self- exploration, augmented by
intricate fantasies of men forcing me to do things that I had come to
understand I maybe, possibly, could have wanted to really do.

What was a girl to do?

I called Acme for advice. Instead, they offered me a different source of
counsel. Quite a nice one, as it turned out. I discovered on my first
Saturday after working at HFH that I was not the only Acme client in
Fromage. A young man who was living as "Janie" had been in the active phase
of his/her sabbatical only one week longer than I. Would I like to meet
Janie, very much so.

Acme arranged for us to meet at brunch the next morning. I was immediately
jealous. Janie was a stunning beauty. Of course she said the same about
me. Which was only the truth, after all. We had both dressed to thrill in
our highest heels, tightest skirts and shortest minis, and we were getting
a LOT of lusty stares from a LOT of men.

I observed how Janie dealt with it. She was pretty much as flattered, but
confused as I was. Janie was in her sandwich year between high school and
college too. She was from the opposite coast from mine and was working as a
receptionist for a Fromage advertising firm called Formaggio Partners. Her
training program had been a copy of mine. We laughed as we exchanged tales
of our cummy explosions on wearing panties and stockings for the first
fifty or so times.

Janie was very cute and sweet and I found myself asking her back to my
apartment. Then I found myself removing her blouse and sucking on her
pretty little titty nipples. Two proper sissies we were in our lingerie and
five-inch heels, kissing deeply, licking each other's glossed lips. Janie
smelled wonderful -- Angel, I believe she said it was -- and she was
powdered and made-up to a glowing, feminine perfection. I was mildly
surprised when I freed her pretty cock from her pink thong bikinis. I
almost expected a pussy; she was a girl to me and I to her.

I took Janie's cock deeply into my mouth, purring and whimpering with
pleasure as I gave her my lesbian love. Janie enjoyed the adoring
attentions of my hot tongue on her cockhead and moaned and squealed with
pleasure when I entered her pretty bottom-hole with my manicured nail and
middle finger. I took her cock all the way into my mouth, burying my nose
in her powdered pubic hairs. I breathed her musk as she writhed beneath me,
and then shared her joy as she filled my mouth with her rich, creamy,
feminine juices. I kissed and licked her balls for several minutes
after. Then moved up to kiss her hungry lips.

Janie rubbed her soaked cock against mine, mingling our juices in a love
ritual as old as time. Then she kissed my nipples with great skill and
ardor. I had never had my nipples licked or sucked and it drove me almost
mad with pleasure. I came hard during the first five minutes of the sweet
torture, then again when she continued to show me no mercy. Janie then
moved to my private parts and licked me clean, making me all stiff again in
the process. We slipped into an exquisite sixty-nine, licking each other's
balls, peeholes and pink mushrooms until, screaming with animal pleasure,
we destroyed each other's carefully applied make-up with hot, sticky cream.

Exhausted, we cuddled and made each other tons of promises, many of which
we actually kept.

I learned a lot that day. And I began to understand who I really was, at
least for my year of exploration. So did Janie.



Chapter Five -- Back to Work

I had a somewhat different attitude that second Monday. David, the hunky
partner who always had lots to do near my desk, was the first beneficiary.

"So Nicole, how was your weekend?" my admirer asked.

"Quiet. What about yours, Mr. Wilkins?"

"Oh, please, Nicole. Call me David. My weekend was quiet too. I'm just a
lonely bachelor waiting for the right girl to come along."

"I know," I said and crossed my luscious legs. David gulped as he ogled my
silky tan stockings and four- inch stiletto mule sandals. "There are so
many phonies out there and so few real men." I followed this statement with
some shy, eyelid batting and David nearly hyperventilated. I was amazed at
the intensity of my power over men.

"Say, Nicole," he croaked, "Did anyone tell you about the bar, Three Blind
Mice? Some of us from work go there now and then. Would you like to stop by
after work?"

I gave my nuclear-explosion smile and his heart almost went into
meltdown. "That would be so nice. Will you be there, David? At say, around
six?"

Wild horses would not have restrained the lad that night.

All the other men flirted with me all day, as they always did, but David
just glowed at me.

I was finished work at 5:30, and then spent a half hour in the ladies room
spritzing and fixing my hair and face. I had darkened my eye shadow and
looked ready for any and all bedrooms. Not that I was planning on sharing a
bed with anyone that night. I was just exploring.

I arrived at the bar at 6:10. David looked as if he had been there for an
hour waiting expectantly. His eyes sparkled when he saw me. I smiled,
touched him on the arm and kissed his cheek. I could feel him tremble.

David bought me a club soda (a girl has to watch her figure -- and her
behavior) and introduced me to everyone he remotely suspected I didn't
know. I wasn't fooled. He was showing off that he was "with" me. Although
it could hardly be called a date.

I enjoyed all the light banter and companionship and found David to be very
charming. At 9, I told David I had better be going home. He offered me a
ride and I could see him mumbling silent prayers that I would accept. I
answered his prayers.

David drove me home, and then walked me to my apartment door. I wasn't
trampy enough to invite him in. But I did give him a nice kiss, with just a
hint of tongue. The boy was walking on air when he left and I could see
that his jockey shorts were very full.

I closed the door behind me and reviewed my day. I was the wielder of the
greatest power the world had ever known. The Power of Pussy! Not that I had
one, but David thought I did. And males of almost any age will succumb to
its power. I resolved to use it only for good, like Superman or Green
Lantern, then worried a bit about how the men I overpowered would react
when they removed my panties and saw a hot, throbbing, creaming cock.

That was a worry for another day. That night, I washed up, got into my
tiny, sweet, white nightie and lubed up a gel-like, realistic cock that
Acme had suggested would add to my experience. My pooper had not been
penetrated, except by wiggling fingers, so I

was a little afraid. But I gasped with delight at the ease with which the
cockhead slipped past my girlish defenses and into my inner chamber. I lost
my erection from the shock of the insertion, but it came back as I stroked
it lovingly and thought of David. What if I had invited him in and that was
his hot throbber in my little hole? What if he were kissing me right now
and telling me things I wanted to hear about my beauty and charm? What if
David's chest hairs were rubbing against my sissy nipples? Oh! I could feel
my orgasm building as my balls went from simmer to boil. What if David told
me he loved me and he wanted to make me pregnant and then he came buckets
of goo into my little pooper? Aaaaahhhh! My anus contracted on the David
substitute and I felt my orgasm begin. But no cream was jumping out! Then I
realized that my anus being full had changed the equation. I strained and
watched as my own cum fought its way out of me, incapacitating me with its
assault of pure, orgasmic pleasure. Ohhhh.  If anal sex were that good with
a toy, how great would the real thing be?

I called Janie to tell her about my date and rubbed my goo all over my
privates as she told me that she had had a similar experience that night as
well with Craig, a partner from her firm. Before we knew it, Janie and I
had each other in a high dither and with my prickish toy still in my poopie
pit, I came hard again. Janie joined me in bliss, and then asked if I would
like to have dinner at her place the next evening, followed by a
sleepover. I giggled and eagerly agreed. No use giving the boys everything
they wanted right away, we said.

David was waiting for me the next day when I arrived. The eager beaver
asked if I would like to go to dinner that evening. I smiled sweetly, but
told David I was going out with a girlfriend that night. His heart sank,
but rose when I said I was free on Wednesday.

I had put an overnight bag in my car for my trip to Janie's and arrived at
six.  She was very excited to see me and we French-kissed well enough to be
star performers on Jimmy Kimmel's "The Man Show." Janie was delicious. And
the only one who really understood what I was going through. Look at
that. I already had the woman's need for empathy.

We stifled our passion long enough to eat a nice girlie salad that Janie
had prepared for us, with dressing on the side, of course.

I helped Janie clear the table and fill the dishwasher, then, although it
was only 8 p.m., she suggested we get ready for bed.

I knew what that little rascal wanted and I was eager to give it to her.

We washed up and got into our little babydolls, omitting the matching
panties. The wispy little negligees barely covered our stiffies and pink
bags, which was fine by us.

Janie hopped on the bed and patted the place next to her. I joined her,
kissed her sweetly, and told her how wonderful it was to have her support
and understanding. She was such a doll; I just had to give her clitty a
proper sucking.

I got on my knees and kissed her whole pubic area with my hot, red
lips. Janie wriggled and purred. I sucked her right testicle softly, then
her left. Oh, she liked that. I could tell. Her clittyhead was a

regular goo factory, drooling and dribbling her sticky stuff. I licked the
spunk as fast as she could leak it, then put my tongue right into the
source -- her peehole. It was tangy and salty -- delicious! Janie told me I
was the sweetest girl in the world, and then came a bucket right into my
face. The poor girl needed it, so I didn't mind. Especially when she licked
all her cum right off my face, just like a little kittycat!

My little pole was all red and sore, so Janie came to the rescue. She was a
very talented cocksucker. Lots of love and affection went into it. Not just
mechanics. She started off by licking my butthole for a good fifteen
minutes. That was incredible! I never knew that such pleasure existed. I
made a big, creamy cum of course. Who wouldn't? Then I was almost ready for
another when Janie began to suck my cockhead and stroke three fingers in
and out of my pooper. I felt as if my insides had become my outsides as I
blew a gallon of sperm into her wet, willing mouth. She didn't just learn
that recently, I surmised.

As we lay there in recovery, Janie admitted to me that she had dabbled a
bit when she was still in training for her sabbatical.

"Don't tell Acme or my parents," she said, "but I was waiting for an
opportunity to be a girl all my life. I knew I wanted to wear frillies and
make love to other sissies. I know I want to make men happy too, but I've
only had that one experience so far."

Of course, I demanded that she tell me everything, with details,
immediately. I sucked her cock to keep her in my power as she was telling
me.

Janie began. "I kind of knew for some time that I wanted to explore life as
a girl.  Actually for some time before I got my parents to agree to a
`sabbatical.'"

I would have said something, but with my mouth full of girlie meat,
"Mmmmph" was the limit of my articulation.

Janie knew that and wiggled a little as her prickie grew and tingled
nicely. "I kind of knew since I was maybe seven or so."

There was a revelation! I honestly went into the sabbatical with an idea of
an adventure, not fulfillment of some sissy dream. Still, sissy dreams were
looking pretty good to me at that moment, and tasting good too. Janie's goo
was superb.

She said, "I used to sneak into Mommy's stuff and pretend I was a
princess. Mom caught me several times, but it was always our little secret
from Dad. When I was about twelve and a half, I made my first wet cum into
a pair of Mom's panties. Followed by about 3,556 over the next five
years. Into panties. Not Mom's. Mom didn't want her panties ruined, so
began to buy me my own, but it was still a secret from Dad, and still is,
as far as I know."

I stopped sucking for a moment, but continued stroking her pretty bag of
cummy goodies. "What did you think about when you masturbated?"

"Men," she answered. "Not girls or women. Not even boys. Men! Men with
their big cocks and huge ball sacks and muscles - men dominating me,
ravaging me, driving their hot pricks into my ass and filling me with their
boiling seed!"

Yeowie. I wasn't sure about that myself, and here Janie already knew
exactly what she wanted. Or did she?

I stopped my cock adoration yet again. "Sweetie," I asked, "You've been on
your own, looking as you do, with men everywhere itching to fuck you and as
far as I know, I'm the only one you've bedded."

Janie sighed. "I will. I want to very badly. But I'm scared that they'll
hurt me when they see what you're sucking so beautifully."

I could relate. Still. If you warned the men...

Janie went on. "I did have one incredible experience. It was right before
graduation, only about a little over month ago. I had always dreamed about
one of my teachers, Mr. Winston, making love to me. Oh, keep doing that you
sweet little clittysucker. Mr. Winston was always my favorite teacher. He
challenged us. He taught us. He made us think. Plus, he was a hunk! He's
only around 30 -- old, but not ancient -- and he always took an interest in
me from the time I was a freshman.

"I remember spending hours in my room, lying on the bed wearing one of my
83 pairs of panties, thinking of Mr. Winston. I would put Vaseline on the
tip of my clitty and rub it with my thumb. Thinking of Mr. Winston's manly
body on top of me. Fucking me. Rubbing against me. I would imagine that I
was his wife and that he would come home at night and kiss me, then carry
me to the bedroom -- completely under his power. Then kiss me all
over. Licking my tiny hole <blush> until it was sopping and ready for his
huge tool. He would be naked and hairy and dominant and I would be this
helpless little girl begging for his cock in my bottom. Then he would give
it to me. I would use my lubed fingers as a Mr. Winston substitute, and my
wildly erotic thoughts would always bring me to a hard, crushing cum, just
like you're doing to me now. Oh, Nicole! I think I love you,
Baby. Squeeeeaaaallllllllll!"

Janie had a force ten cum into my licking sucking mouth and I was so happy
to make her happy. We kissed for a long time after that, but then I wanted
to hear what happened next.

Janie lubed up three fingers and eased them into my pretty pooper. She
began prostate massage/torture, and then resumed her narrative.

"I was very passable and had nice titties by May, so I decided that it was
then or maybe never with Mr. Winston. I mean, he wasn't getting any
younger. How does that feel, Nicole?"

<Gasp. Pant. Whimper>

"Good. One Saturday, I gathered all my courage and ventured out dressed for
the first time. The most difficult thing turned out to be driving with
four- inch stiletto pumps, you know?"

I knew. But I loved wearing them. And I loved the prostate massage.

"So I drove over, bold as you please to Mr. Winston's bachelor pad. I took
a chance that he wasn't entertaining some little tramp and took several
other chances that he wouldn't puke or get violent when I came on to
him. The worst would have been if he laughed, you know?"

I knew. It's what we girls fear the most.

"I knocked, bold and beautiful and he answered. He was wearing Bermudas and
a t-shirt and looked completely edible. It takes us hours to primp and men
look like fuck gods in ten minutes. Anyway, he blinked and didn't recognize
me. I sucked in my breath and said, `Mr. Winston, My name is Janie, but you
know me as Norman Rausch.'"

Norman? No wonder she wanted to be Janie.

"Mr. Winston blinked. Then he recognized me and invited me in. I asked, `Is
this a bad time?' It seemed that it was a very good time for him and he
surprised me by saying so.

"Then it all came out. `Mr. Winston, you were always my favorite teacher
and I've always had a huge crush on you. I'm not gay, Mr. Winston. I'm
really a girl in a boy's body, but as you can see, I have nice breasts now
and I'm leaving to become a full-time girl in two weeks and I'm 18 now and
I'm not your student anymore and...'

"And then he kissed me."

Wow!

"He said, `I've always had a crush on you too, Janie, but feared I was gay
or a pedophile or something. But I guess I always saw and loved the girl in
you.'

"I began to weep. Then he did too! We stood there holding each other for a
while and then he kissed me again, this time with tongue and deep
feeling. Well, one thing led to another and before you knew it he was naked
and I was down to my stockings, garters and heels. I was so happy I began
to weep again.  Mr. Winston literally kissed each tear away as it came
out. My heart ached with love for him. And my clitty throbbed for him. He
was hairy and buff, just as I had always imagined. And his cock was
magnificent. I stroked it, oohing and aahing at its beauty and size. His
ball bag was dark and deep, with an ocean of cum in reserve. I waited for
my man to take charge of me and dominate me. He did just that. Mr. Winston
lay on his back and told me to kneel, straddle his chest, face away and sit
on his face. Oh my. He was going to eat me out!!!!"

I imagined David tonguing my anus ring and that was the ballgame for
Nicole. I blew and spurted thick, sticky ropes of cum all along my tummy
and up to my pretty boobs. I think I fainted or something because the next
thing I knew, Janie was cuddling me and rubbing my cum around my drooping
clittyhead. In her story, Mr. Winston had finished excavating her bottom
and had put his big meat at the gate of heaven.

"I had used some practice toys," Janie said, "but they didn't really
prepare me for the feeling of being under a warm, huge man, with your legs
on his shoulders and your private parts totally exposed. I was completely
at his mercy and it made me mad with lust.

"When he pushed past my puny defenses, I surrendered all to him. I was his
to fuck. And love. He pumped in and out and I whimpered with the
fulfillment of my deepest, most secret desire. He made me cum in two
minutes. All the crap of being a false boy left my body with that stunning
explosion. Five whimpering, panting, grunting minutes later, I came again
as he was kissing me and telling me how special and beautiful I was. He was
my master! Then his balls pulled up, his hairy nipples erected and I felt
the first cum enema of my life flood my assaulted bowels. I was almost
senseless with sexual fury. Nothing in my dreams had prepared me for the
intense reality I experienced that day. We made love three more times that
day. He worshiped my nipples and made me cum twice. He sucked my clitty and
I came twice more. One time I think he smiled at me and I came!"

I asked, "Did you see him again?"

"Four more times. I was devastated that I had to leave him and he was
sobbing too. But, as you know, we can't tell anyone except parents where we
are on sabbatical or Acme would cancel everything. And I need this
sabbatical to learn what I'll need as a full-time woman."

I understood. "Will you see him again?"

"I'm staying with him during our two-week Christmas break. I told Mom and
she approves. She'll make Daddy happy in bed and convince him. It'll be
wonderful. But, I'm such a little tramp. I want Craig from my office to
fuck me too. And there are lots of other cute guys out there. And I was
wondering if maybe you could take care of a certain stiff little problem I
have right now."

Can do, my dear friend.















Chapter Six -- David's Luck Improves

The next evening, I permitted David to take me to dinner. Don't you love
the sound of that? He's buying, but I'm in charge. Girls have it made. I'll
bet most of the men in the United States would have been happy to get an
equal rights amendment passed. Equal rights would be something they've
never had.

I took a tiny little black dress that weighed about 12 ounces to work that
day and changed in the ladies room before we left for dinner. My make-up
was nighttime; bedroom mode and my sheer black stockings and five-inch
sandals made me look like any guy's fuck dream.

I certainly seemed to be David's. His mouth hung open when he saw me and I
could see a very stiff protuberance in his drawers. I was H-O-T-T!

David fumbled a little, but got me into his BMW and took me to Fromage's
finest French restaurant, L'Ile du Diable. Eventually, he loosened up and
we had a nice conversation. David was a preppie and an Ivy Leaguer. He
played lacrosse in college and likes jazz and baseball. Men love to talk
about themselves and love when we girls listen. But I was only a girl for
one year. Still, I listened.

At around nine, he took me home. Should I have invited him in? Probably
not, but I did anyway. He was such an eager little puppy. I didn't even put
coffee on. I just told him my feet hurt from the heels and asked him to rub
them.

I sat on one end of the couch and David sat at the other, eagerly,
sensuously rubbing my sore feet and lacquered toes through my silky
stockings. I purred and told him how nice that was, then I said, "You can
kiss my toes if you want."

That was purely ad lib and I didn't know what it would do to David. It
nearly knocked him off the sofa.

He actually began to sweat a bit and quivered as he brought my small,
black-stockinged right foot to his lips. He began to suck my big toe
through the filmy material and I arched my back in reaction to the erotic
torment. Acme had taught me how to tuck my weapon, but it was yearning to
breathe free. He sucked my second toe and I gave a little squeal. He didn't
just take a brush at those tootsies. He gave them a proper seeing-to, each
of them. My pricklet was tucked, but not dead. I came hard between my
thighs, grateful for the foresight that had me insert pantyliners. I wasn't
sure if he knew I had gooied my panties, but when he started on my second
foot, I said, "You can take your thing out if you want."

Leaving it up to him. You know.

Unsurprisingly, he gave his excited friend the opportunity to breathe free
air. I sneaked a peek at it. Very nice! A good size and hard as a fossil.

Adlibbing a bit more, I enjoyed his superb sucking of my left toes, while
my right foot explored his stiff yardage. I teased his balls with my big
toe, rubbing first one testicle, then the other. Then I inched my tootsies
up his shaft, rubbing in synch with his toe sucking. By that time, David
was on a hair trigger for a major ejaculation. With the tip of my big toe,
I traced the ridge of his mushroom, ending up on the ultra-sensitive
underside. Somehow, neither of us made goo spurties, but when David's
tongue pushed the stocking web between my third and fourth toes and his
tongue licked between them, I came again, whimpering and squealing in
intense, orgasmic pleasure. My convulsions triggered David's, frantic,
enormous orgasm, sending cum into the air like a new oil well and dousing
my stockings and legs with his manly cream.

When we settled a bit, I said, "That was very nice, David, but now my good
stockings are all gooey. How will I ever clean the mess?

I was throwing fast pitches up there and David was hitting them all out of
the park. The sexually inventive gentleman proceeded to lick off all cum he
had sprayed from both of my pretty feet, my calves, and my knees.

I thought he might dive for my thighs, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I
wanted him half in love with me before I showed him my little secret.

No problem, I knew how to calm him down.

"Lie back, Sweetie," I said, "and let me make you feel good."

Well, David clearly wanted to feel good, so he lay back and waited to see
what was next.

I did not disappoint. I nestled his soft cock between my feet and, in no
time flat, made it a hard cock, then a spurting cock, then a soft, very
gooey cock, dripping cum all over my toesies again. David was so neat. He
cleaned them for a second time.

I smiled sweetly and said that my toes felt all better now. "That was so
nice of you to do that podiatric stuff, David. Maybe I shouldn't walk so
much in restaurants and stuff. Would you like to come over on Saturday
night and I'll make you dinner? And happy after?"

Wild lawyers would not have had a chance at keeping the lad away.



Chapter Seven -- David Handles the Truth!

I was sure that the only thing David could think of was my sweet pussy
surrounding his gooey stick. Would he be disappointed when he saw that my
pussy was a little farther back than most girls'? Would he call me a
faggot, bolt and tell everyone at work? Would Acme disown me as a client
and tell my mother and father why?

Somehow I doubted it. Acme knew what they were doing and, as they told us
in training, few men can resist a "special" girl.

I really tarted myself up for Saturday night. I couldn't really cook yet,
but thought David would be quite happy with reheated Chinese food, as long
as I was dessert. And that was my plan.

When David arrived, with flowers, wine, dessert and a stiffie, I greeted
him in pink peignoir, pink mules, with white puffs and killer
make-up. Underneath, I was wearing the skimpiest white babydoll with scanty
panties and my own woodie.

David was trying to remember what he had ever done to deserve me when I
kissed him, with lots of tongue. I could feel his stiff meat against my
warm tummy. Perhaps this would be the night I had my pooper punctured.

"I'm sorry I'm so underdressed, David. I just like to be comfortable at
home, don't you?"

David would have agreed that the world was flat. He was wondering about the
agenda, but ready for most any adventure. I hoped that included adoration
of a big, stiff clitty.

Somehow we got through the moo goo something or other, and then loaded the
dishwasher. I directed David to the only easy chair in my apartment, then
sat in his lap. He gave me a nice kiss, but I broke it off and said,
poutingly, "Don't you like my titties? You've never even touched them."

David opened my peignoir, peeling the spaghetti straps of my babydoll, off
my shoulders, revealing my really nice, girlish breasts. The sweet man
actually gasped in pleasure when he saw the soft, perky pillows. Then he
moved his face to them. Kissing the right nipple, then the left. I panted
with pleasure, gasping for the little air that seemed to be left in the
room. A gorgeous man, 12 years my senior, was pleasuring my nipples and my
three-month old breasts and I was allowing him full access to my soft
treasures. I was sure that David had had other women, but could he have
been as excited with them as he had been with me? Not that I was a
woman. It was only a sabbatical, after all.

At that moment, I was acting just like a woman. Only it didn't feel like
acting. It felt as if someone who thought I was the sexiest, prettiest
person on earth adored me. And it felt really great.

I was very surprised at how excited my poor, tucked clitty was with that
entire titty kissing and licking. My pretty little friend was in my panties
and tucked between my inner thighs, but every time David licked my bumps, I
got an electric jolt in my pubic area. Even my little pink sack was
tingling. Was I going to cum just from having my titties licked? Show me a
genetic girl who has done that.

Through my sexual trance, I knew that I had to reveal my secret in very
short order. It wasn't fair to David and I needed to free myself to fully
enjoy the sexy proceedings. Gasping through my highly enjoyable misery, I
asked David to stop for a second.

He didn't want to and his face was wet with the saliva he had been applying
to my little pillows, but he complied.

"Please pull my panties off, Sweetie," I entreated. Then I sat back in some
fear of his reaction.

David enjoyed the first removal of my panties tremendously and he took his
time about it. My little teasers were peeled very slowly and when he got to
the bottom of my pubic hair, I saw a puzzled look on David's face. He knew
something was amiss, so he began to peel more quickly. When he saw what he
thought he saw, he looked at me and saw my look of fear and dread. He
hadn't said a word and I could read nothing from his face. Then he sort of
fished between my thighs with his right hand and untucked the full six
inches of my incongruous pole.

David held it in his hand and examined it. Then he checked to make sure I
had balls, untucking my bag. He held them in his hand and horrible
possibilities flashed through my mind, but none were as unpredictable as
what David did next.

David kissed my clittyhead, then taking it in his mouth, sucking
lasciviously and enthusiastically! Fear left my body and pleasure took its
place. I was so stirred up by David's loving attentions, while so relieved,
that my poor, overloaded balls, gave up and said, look out world, here's
Nicole's full, hot load.

I put my whole body into the ejaculation, crying with joy that my lover had
vigorously accepted me as I was. Perhaps someone in the world has produced
more cum in one orgasm, but I doubt it. I blew major gooies into dear
David's manly mouth in what I later found out was his first blowjob and
first taste of a girl's cum. David slurped it up, not because it was some
fetish thing, but because it was part of me. And I think he was falling in
love with me.

I was completely overcome by my orgasm, but crawled back to life and got to
my knees, then dragged David's pants and underpants down in one desperate
pull. It was a breach of protocol that my boyfriend had sucked my cock
before I had sucked his, but I would soon correct that.

Little did I know when I began my sabbatical that I would be in my
apartment, in sexy lingerie and killer make-up, on my knees, about to
swallow a man's cock and loving the prospect. It's just that being a girl
is so...cool...you know? And part of being a girl is sucking men's
cocks. At least, that's what I think.

I hadn't seen David's cock close-up and I enjoyed handling the manly
treasure. It had nice, blue veins that I knew I would enjoy tracing with my
tongue. He was cut, with a big pink mushroom head and a thick, mid-length
shaft. His balls were big, and in a large bag. Lots of cummies in that
sack, I wagered. I gave it a little tickle and he smiled. I loved being in
complete control of both our pleasures.

I kissed the head and he shivered. My first oral contact with a cock had me
very excited and my little Nicole was stiff again.

David spread his legs to give me freer access. Men are so easy.

I tantalized his balls with the lacquered nails of my left hand, as I ran
my right hand up and down his throbbing shaft. I kissed his balls, sucking
each one until he groaned audibly, then kissed my way up a long, blue vein
in his shaft. When I reached the nut, I looked at David and asked, "Do you
want Nicole to lick you where you'll really enjoy it?"

He moaned and nodded his head in assent. Then I stuck out my long, wet
tongue and gave him the glans- licking most men only dream of. David knew
he had chosen a girlfriend well. When he began to moan and spasm, I milked
his balls and covered his cockhead with my oral cum receptacle. My first
manly cum cocktail was a super-size drink, a hot protein shake that I
almost choked on from the volume of liquid.

I sucked David through four huge spurts and two small ones. It was
delicious! Heavenly even.

I thought my sabbatical year was going quite well. Don't you?

David lay beside me on the bed and, using my ample, leaking goo, massaged
my clitty and balls as he resumed his tasty titty torture. In ten minutes,
I came hard, screaming David's name. David was hard again and he straddled
my shoulders, placed his cock between my fine breasts and made a little
pussy from them. He rubbed his cock in the crevice and fucked my titties
until he came onto my neck and face.

The scamp was so overcome, that he lay back, pulled me to his body, kissed
me within an inch of my life and then told me he loved me. Maybe he did,
but such a moment seems to dictate such declarations and moments pass.

We had experienced four orgasms between us since David discovered my secret
and he still hadn't asked me how that big thingee got into a pretty girl's
panties. That was a higher compliment than the cum- induced declaration of
love. It meant that in David's mind, what a girl has between her legs isn't
as important as the girl herself.

I liked that a lot.

We kissed and cuddled a lot more and then I told him my story. I think that
he didn't care all that much because in his mind, I was who I was then. And
he believed he loved Nicole.

Then fear gripped David. His eyes widened and he asked, "You're not
thinking about going back to being a boy someday, are you, my dearest
darling?"

Wow! Good question. I said, "I don't know. What do you think?"

David's answer was to cover me with kisses, then run two wiggly fingers up
my bottomhole as he sucked me to yet another world-record orgasm.

I thought, how could I give up being Nicole?

Then I gave David another ball-busting blowjob, swallowed his big load, and
sent him home with a big, cummy kiss.

We had such a full agenda, that we never got around to fucking. There was
always our next date or the one after that. I liked that guy!



Chapter Eight -- Poked at Last

The next day was Sunday, and after Mass, I called Janie and asked if she'd
like to come over for lunch. "We could swap stories and bodily fluids," I
said.

Janie eagerly accepted my moist offer and the little teaser showed up at 1
p.m. looking like the prettiest little teenage pootie anyone had ever
seen. Her mini was cutting off her circulation and I didn't know they made
skirts that short or heels that high. We stripped to our pretty lingerie
and heels in very short order and happily sucked each other to spectacular
sissy sperm spurts.

"Tell me everything, Nicole. I'm dying to know how you and David, are
doing," my cummy-faced friend asked. "Has he poked this tight, hot little
hole yet?" My girlfriend wiggled two sleek, red-nailed fingers in my tunnel
of love.

"Ohhhhh, you naughty girl! That's divine," I moaned. "We've done everything
but. And I just know that on our next date, I`ll be stuffed with David's
meat."

"Everything? Details, details," Janie giggled.

So I told her about all our dates. It got me so excited that my anal
muscles clamped on Janie's fingers and I blew gooies all over myself.

Janie licked it off me gladly, saying, "I'm so happy for you Nicole. I'm
glad you could see that the nice boys don't care if you have a really big
clitty. In fact, I think it drives them wild. Would you like to drive me
wild?"

I did. I had a taste for Janie's buttonhole, so I licked it as I frigged
her love doodle and almost annihilated her with pleasure.

As she panted and gasped with the aftershocks, I asked Janie about her and
Craig from her office.

"Well," Janie said, "As you know, I'm an experienced woman, so I kind of
let Craig fuck me on the last two of our dates. Often. Last night, he
fucked me four times and called the funeral home to pick me up. They were
just putting me into the bag, when they noticed I had an erection. It was
too early for rigor mortis, and Craig figured out that dead girls don't cum
when you suck their titties. May I suck yours, Sweetie"

"What's mine is yours, Janie," I said, and our delightful afternoon
extended into the evening.

The next morning at work, David was waiting for me when I arrived. No one
was looking so he kissed me and told me again that he loved me. I was only
18 -- too young for anything permanent, but I loved the attention. And
David was so sweet. He asked me out for that night, but I couldn't resist
making him just a bit randier. I asked him to come to my place at seven the
following night.

"Bring your clothes for work on Wednesday," I told him. "And drink plenty
of fluids between now and then."

David was floating when he left me.

I couldn't help noticing that, even though it was known around Howard, Fine
& Howard that David and I were seeing each other, it didn't slow down my
suitors one bit. In fact, their ardor was on the rise. Maybe I had the look
of a young woman in sexual flower or something. But to someone who, as a
guy, was never noticed, it was a delight to be the belle with the balls.

One unusual suitor was the senior partner, Maurice Howard (Moe to his
friends). Mr. Howard stopped by that Monday and invited me to a new
employee, get- acquainted lunch the following Friday. I was guessing the
new male employees never got such invitations.

How bad could it be? I would attend, but I wouldn't be Mr. Howard's stooge!

I spent Monday night alone. I called my parents and told them that I was
having a great time and meeting new friends. "Be careful, dear," my mother
said.

Somehow, Mom knew what I was doing.  No details, but she knew. I was
looking forward to an evolving relationship with Mom when we were reunited.

The next day, David tried to be good, but the little rascal kept looking at
his watch. I left at 5:30 and got home to prepare for my anal stretching
session.

On each date with David, I seemed to be wearing less and less. When the
poor, overly excited man showed up at seven on the dot, I was wearing only
a pink baby T with "Boy Toy" across the breasts, and a pink ribbon tied
loosely around my clitty.

David grabbed me, and if I hadn't slipped away, giggling, he would have
fucked me right at the doorway. On the floor. Oooohhh. But I had other
plans.

I ran into the bathroom, which was dark, except for about thirty
candles. The tub was filled with soapy, scented bubbles. I pulled my T over
my head and stepped into the warm, sensuous pit. David got naked and joined
me.

Oh,, the sweet kisses and caresses we shared. The toyings. The fondlings.
David soaped my tight hole and kissed me as he massaged my prostate. I came
hard, whimpering and begging for a proper fucking.

We dried each other off, then David carried me, naked and panting, to my
bed. He laid me on my back, licking my balls and clitty, ending with his
tongue teaching my rectum what sexual stimulation really is.

That time I moaned and sobbed to be fucked. I grabbed at his cock, trying
to stuff it in my slick pooper. But David was in charge that time. He
kissed all my pretty toes and licked between them until I was on the edge
of another sperm tornado. Then he put my calves on his shoulders and
mounted me.

At that moment, I felt more like a girl than I ever had. I wasn't the
office teaser anymore. I was a woman, serving her man's most basic need,
the need to deliver his seed to his woman. My man dominated me at that
critical moment and that was just how I wanted it.

David rubbed the wet tip of his rammer along the length of my inner bottom
cheeks. Then he poised it at my virgin rosebud, said, "I love you, Nicole,"
And pushed about four inches into me.

I screamed. It was 90% pleasure and 10% searing, white-hot pain. Then
95-5. Then 100% pure, fuck-me- forever pleasure. Oh, David, don't ever stop
that. My clitty, which had diminished with the pain, was half hard
again. Then unexpectedly, my half-woodie drooled a steady, agonizing stream
of thick, sticky cream. It was the most intense orgasm the world has ever
known. I had visions of the Apocalypse. Graves opened all over the zip
code. Prophecies came true.

And still David plunged on.

I started to get hard again. Three-quarters this time. And my entire
midsection ignited in orgasm. Another drooler, not a spurter, but almost as
severe as the previous natural disaster. I was a slave to my body. I wanted
more cock and I wanted another one of those cums. Five minutes later, David
sent his first load into me, drilling my hole with his loving blast. He
actually vibrated with its intensity and the pleasure almost made him pass
out. I observed all this from a position somewhere outside my body, because
my third cum of that first fuck sent me to another dimension. I could only
be sent back by saying my name backwards. Elocin!

We lay there, sweaty and completely infatuated. What the hell, I said to
myself. "I love you, David," I said. And kissed him for a good half
hour. But we didn't forget to fuck three more times that night.

The next morning, I considered checking myself into the hospital -- or the
mortuary -- but David and I managed to get to work. After a delicious
morning wake-up.

I was going to need an IV and a few days off from this, but only skipped
Wednesday night. On Thursday, David was back in my bed, fucking me like he
owned me. He didn't, but it was fun to pretend.

Friday was my day to have lunch with Mr. Howard. David was jealous! He was
so cute. I told David he had nothing to worry about. It was just lunch.

I dressed my usual "just a little on the trashy side" that day and when
Mr. Howard picked me up for lunch, his eyes bugged a bit. I didn't know
where we were going, but he was a perfect gentleman. He took me to this
nice old building downtown. Everyone knew him; of course they were very
deferential.

"This is my club, my dear," he said.

I guessed that when you lunched at a club they always set you up in a room
with a table and a bed and everything. It was a nice suite and we had a
fine lunch. He was a good conversationalist and made me laugh a lot. He was
older than my father, maybe 55, but nice-looking, despite an unusual
haircut, and clean.

When he asked if I wanted to take advantage of the rest of the room's
facilities, I said, "Including the bed?"'

Mr. Howard smiled and said, "I meant the ladies room [Yeah, right], but
that would be a fine idea."

I considered it another opportunity for a sabbatical experience, so I said,
"OK, Mr. Howard, but we can't be too long, because Delia's covering
reception for me and she'll be angry if I'm late.

Mr. Howard smiled and called his secretary, asking her in a business-like
way if she could relieve Delia at reception for a while. I felt better when
he did that, and removed my blouse, then my bra.

"Do you like my breasts, Mr. Howard," I asked.

Mr. Howard smiled. "They're superb, my dear. And so are you."

I beamed with the compliment. Then I sat on Mr. Howard's lap as he kissed
my titties and caressed my thighs. Mr. Howard was a really good lover and a
man of the world. When he discovered how I was different from most other
girls, he didn't break stride. He kissed me and stroked me until my panties
were sopping with cum. Then he laid me on my back, slathering my girlish
cream on his fingers and using it to lubricate my little pleasure cave. He
undressed me to my lingerie, less the soaked panties, then removed his
trousers, kissed me, and entered me with his very nice, thick prick. It was
the best lunch hour this girl ever had. He was good!!! He didn't have
David's youth and vigor and I knew one go would be it. But wow! He made it
count. I made two staggering sets of goo and screams. Mr. Howard, who
thoroughly enjoyed himself, let loose with what he later said was one of
the five best cums of his life. And he'd been around a long time!

Mr. Howard thanked me thoroughly for the incredible treat I had given
him. He said that if I ever wanted to do it again, I was to leave a
voicemail saying a Mr. Shemp had called. I wondered where he got that

name.

Sometimes I wondered why Howard Fine & Howard was such a successful law
firm. I mean, the three partners were a bit odd. Mr. Howard's brother
Jerome had a shaved head, which wasn't that unusual. But he didn't seem to
be all that smart. And he acted very strangely when he heard the music from
"Pop Goes The Weasel." Plus, he was always calling me "Toots," which is, of
course, demeaning to a young woman of the 21st Century. Mr. Lawrence Fine
was more easygoing, but he was in serious need of a good barber to tame his
long hair that stood out in tufts from both ears.

I got back from lunch around three and David shot me daggers. He could just
get over it. He didn't own me and a girl has to make her way in the
world. I predicted and was right that his jealous snit wouldn't last long.

When my next paycheck arrived, I was only mildly surprised to see a 25%
raise.



Chapter Nine -- Weeks

My next few months in Fromage were the best of my life. Janie and I had
become the best friends any two people could ever be. We slept together on
Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday nights and David tried to claim the other four
nights for himself. I gave him two -- usually Wednesday and Saturday and he
was sweet enough to accept them without complaining too much. He grimaced
when I had my monthly "employee luncheons" with Mr. Howard, but I enjoyed
the attentions of a mature man, as well as the substantial, coincidental,
monthly pay raises.

David was a wonderful lover, but he was too serious -- always talking about
our future together and everything. I told him I was on sabbatical, but he
didn't believe me. Neither did Janie. Nor Mr. Howard. I didn't know why
they thought I would stay a girl forever. Although it was lots of cummy
fun. I did love a big cock in my butt. I loved sucking a cock and
swallowing a man's or a fellow shemale's goo. I even loved getting my
bottomhole licked and taking a big load of hot cream in my face. I really
loved those! But when I became a man again, I would adjust. Not by being a
gay man. Yuck! Maybe I could take another sabbatical sometime. Or just play
dressup with some friends. But I wasn't interested in being a girl for
life, was I?

I did enjoy girlishness during my sabbatical, however. Monday and Friday
were my free nights. I did my errands and housecleaning and stuff on
Saturdays and Sundays during the days, so Monday and Friday were time to
myself, even though my horny lover David lobbied hard for more time. He
would slide up to me on a Monday and offer to take me in the stock room and
suck my toes until I came in my panties. I'll admit, that I did accept that
offer a few times. OK, every time. Thank goodness I had lots of spare
panties with me at work. But Monday and Friday nights were mine.

I called Mom and Daddy those nights. Did I just call him Daddy? Hmmm. And I
gushed girlishly about my life. Even letting a few things slip about my
special friend David. Daddy seemed to be all right with me slipping into
sissifyingness. Maybe he always wanted a girl. Mom seemed to understand
everything perfectly.

Sometimes on Mondays and Fridays I was naughty. At first, I was just
naughty with myself. I had some special books that Acme had given me at the
beginning of my sabbatical and I began to read them in bed, in my nightie
with my panties down to mid-thigh.

They were illustrated novels about "girls" like me who had begun as boys,
became girls either willingly (rarely) or unwillingly (commonly), then
discovered that they loved men and men's cocks. The stories always ended
happily with the heroine eager for her life as a girl and her tummy filled
with several loads of sticky cream.

It was almost like reading my own story -- about my life -- by someone who
understood what I felt. I always loved the part where the girl reluctantly
took a big cock up her bottomhole for the first time. Oh, it was exciting
and my prickie was iron-hard. The "before" drawing would always show the
girl's fear as she looked at the big sticker about to pierce her
pooper. The next drawing would show her mixture of pleasure and pain as her
man's big thingee entered her. In the third drawing, the girl's face was
ecstatic as her man made her clitty spews gallons of sissy cream in big
jets.

That would always do me in. I would spurt three or four big blobs thinking
about a man making me cum. After three or four of those self-love sessions,
I decided that I needed to make better use of my free time and find some
variety in men.

I knew that if I diddled anyone at work, David would find out and I didn't
want that. I had a lot of affection for him, but didn't want to marry him
or anything. So I asked Janie if she knew anyone at Formaggio Partners who
would be worth a Monday or Friday night.

It appeared that Janie had an answer to that one all prepared -- Joe
Formaggio himself. The boss of her advertising agency was in his late 30s,
very virile and had been hitting on Janie since the first day.

I thanked Janie sweetly, but told her I wanted someone closer to our
ages. I was sampling men from different piles -- thirty and on the fast
track, fifty and already successful and, I hoped next, young, dumb, and
full of cum. Well, maybe not the dumb part, but definitely the other two.

Janie said that would be Ryan Mahoney, who had just graduated from college
and was an assistant account executive (newbie) at the firm. She assured me
he was

cute, hetero, and untouched by Janie. He sounded perfect.

Janie set us up for "coffee" that Friday in November. I dressed in a little
younger style, but I refused to wear jeans. It was skirts and heels for me
as long as I was a girl and the men always drooled in appreciation.

By agreement, Ryan and I met at one of those "Central Perk"-type places
like you see on "Friends." Of course the "Friends" crowd were all
15-20years older than I was by then and not very funny any more; but rich.

By agreement, I wore a red scarf and sat at the counter. I was on time and
so was Ryan. It seemed that Janie had pre-sold me to Ryan, but I was sure
he was skeptical about me. When he saw me, his eyes lit up and his pants
bulged.

I had a really micro-mini on and my black stockings made my legs very sleek
and sexy. The boys always love the really high heels and my shiny black
pumps were dominatrix towers. And, of course, my hair had grown below my
shoulders by then, inviting males to speculate about how it would look on a
pillow.

David, Mr. Howard and Janie thought it looked really good. I wanted to see
if this new lad was worthy.

"Are you Nicole?" Ryan asked hopefully.

"I am. Are you Ryan?" I asked, giving him my smile on stun, not kill. I was
saving that.

"Thank goodness, I am," he said. "You are incredibly beautiful."

And you're very forward, I thought. Tell me more. But I didn't speak; only
smiled.

He smiled back. Not Mel Gibson, but OK looking, he was. Gathering his wits,
he said, "Uh, coffee. Would you like coffee??"

"Isn't that why we're here?" I asked, ignoring the fact that 98% of the
world's sane people only drink coffee in the morning.

I had a small (called "tall" by the proprietors) latte and Ryan had a manly
dark roast. With extra caffeine.

We chatted a little and he seemed surprised that I wasn't in college. It
was as if he reassessed me and placed me into the non-college group of
people. If that were true, I was leaving early.

But Ryan made a nice save. "I regret going to college right out of high
school. I missed so much. You're very wise to wait, or choose not to go at
all. It shows real maturity."

Until people are 25 or so, they love hearing that they're mature. I took it
as a great compliment and decided that he may yet get into my panties.

We chatted some more. Ryan always wanted to do advertising creative
work. He made it sound like a high calling. I liked his passion for his
career. Receptionist and getting raises through sexual favors, was not how
I wanted to build a career. But it sure was fun at that moment. I told Ryan
I wanted to be a writer. A nice, vague career that you can always claim to
have and no one can say you're not

one.

He was very pleasant to chat with. At around 9:30, he walked me home. I
thanked him sweetly and gave him a nice kiss on the lips. He didn't grab me
and wrestle me to the ground, although that would have been fun. He asked
if he could see me again and I said, "Call me."

Darned if he didn't call the next morning. I made a date with him for
Monday and mostly forgot about him through a hot love session all Saturday
night long with David and a hotter one on Sunday night with Janie. Why did
I enjoy Janie the most? Maybe being with Janie was like making love to
myself. I'll save all this for an analyst some day. Soon.

On Sunday, Janie told me that Ryan had called her on Saturday to thank her
for setting him up with me. Ryan really seemed to do the right thing,
especially rare in a young guy.

You would have thought by then that I would have realized that men adore my
little extra goodies. Still, I was a little apprehensive when I met Ryan
after work at a Chinese restaurant we both liked. That nervousness melted
away as we discovered our common interests and began to find a comfortable
amiability. He drove me home and I invited him in. I wasn't sure if I was
going to grant him any favors, but I lost a little of my control of the
situation when, as soon as we had removed and hung our coats, he took me
into his arms and kissed me.

Wow! All men are different and I liked the way that one kissed. I do
believe I was the trampy one who introduced tongues. But I was just taking
control back. Wasn't I?

It was so good. I had never kissed a guy near my age. A guy in his sexual
prime. His cock, which felt like a steel salami, was rubbing against me as
we kissed. Rubbing. Kissing.

The naughty boy began to kiss my neck. He grabbed me by the waist and
lifted me a little to get a better kissing angle. Control. Where was it?

The neck kissing was very nice. The top button on my blouse was
unbuttoned. He kissed that open part of my throat and I had a steel salami
as well. I had tucked. It had escaped.

Ryan hadn't felt my extra equipment yet, but he was staying well above the
waist. He unbuttoned a second blouse button, looking at me for permission
to continue. I panted, gasped and unbuttoned the rest of the blouse myself,
revealing my B-plus-cup beauties encased in lace. Ryan kissed in the
crevice between my love pillows. Ohhhhh. He peeled off my blouse and
reached back to unhook my bra, discarding it in his and my passion.

I stood in my big heels, naked from the waist up, my cock now outrageously
tenting my miniskirt and Ryan finally noticed.

He looked at the bulge and knew immediately what it was. He looked at my
pretty titties, sexy legs and beautiful face and hair. He locked eyes with
me and smiled. "I think I just hit the Lotto," he said. "I've never felt
luckier."

OK! I relaxed and put all my focus on pleasure, his and mine.

Ryan took off his shirt and began to kiss and lick my titties better than
anyone, including Janie. To complement that, he reached under my skirt and
rubbed the nylon of my stretched panties against my balls and shaft. If he
kept that up as he was adoring my nipples I would, ohhhhhhhhhhh...

I soaked yet another pair of panties. And enjoyed it tremendously. Ryan
stopped his breast worship and smiled at me as I helplessly ejaculated,
wincing in delicious agony.

I undid my skirt and stepped out of it. Ryan peeled off my sopping panties
and actually said ooooohhhh when he saw my pretty package. My poor balls
were soaked with my sticky juices. My new special friend licked my
testicles until they were squeaky clean. That was very nice. And it made me
all big again.

I begged him to show me his, but he insisted on getting on his knees and
sucking and licking my clitty first. Men seem to be all the same about
that. They all want to suck a pretty girl's cock. He licked it the way he
would have wanted his licked, proving once again that men are the best
cocksuckers. He even remembered that the bottom loves to participate in a
nice blowjob. Two of his wiggly fingers made the experience a scrapbook
memory. I came so hard and so much, I was afraid it would disgust him and
send him home early.

On the contrary, it sharpened his enthusiasm.

I was still standing and Ryan was still kneeling. Regaining a smidgen of
control, I pushed him onto his back, kneeling to pull the fine young man's
trousers and underpants off with one smooth motion. Depantsing the boys. My
new career, perhaps.

Now Ryan was completely naked and it was an excellent sight. He had a nice
cock, tall (not in the "latte" sense) and ready. And his balls were bulging
with cum. I couldn't resist it. I kissed his cockhead, then licked every
inch of his privates. I massaged his balls as I suckled his pink mushroom
until I had him arching his back with pleasure. Then I discovered what a
difference it was to have a man in his sexual prime in my
mouth. Twenty-two-year-old Ryan became a cum fountain for me.

I never had hade sex with a man as young as Ryan and since Janie and I were
on hormones, we wouldn't have been symptomatic of excessive cumminess. But
the sight of a healthy, young, horny man's cock on full explosion was a
wonder of the world.

I had excited the lad to a magnificent eruption and he was hurling huge
gobs of hot, sticky cum into the stratosphere. Oh my. I capped the gusher
with my mouth, but gagged from the quantity. Cum was everywhere. All over
my face and drooling down my chin. Splattered on Ryan's stomach. Slithering
down my throat.

I gave Ryan a big cummy smile. He struggled to focus his eyes, then pulled
me to him for a big, cummy kiss. It was delicious.

As he was kissing me, the naughty boy was feeling my bottom. Then he
tickled my little rosebud as he kissed me. When I whimpered and kissed him
harder, his presumptuous finger pushed into me again. I moaned and let go
of my own sticky load of sissy cream, much less than his, but a big one for
me. Was he going to fuck me? I certainly hoped so. But not on the floor by
the front door. I let him diddle me a bit with his finger. It was very
nice. Then I insisted that we get on my bed for a proper fucking.

I raced him to the bedroom and, trampily, got on my back and raised my
knees. Ryan knew I needed to be lubed, so he got on his knees and tongued
my hole until I was sobbing and cumming another sissy bucket.

His prick was skinned and proud when he finally pushed it in me. I cried
out in delight and pouted my lips for a kiss. Ryan leaned over and kissed
me sweetly as he lovingly fucked my tiny hole and told me what a perfect,
girlish treasure I was, a nice aphrodisiac indeed.

I was once again ready to lose all contact with the world and asked Ryan to
skin my clitty to help me reach outer space. He did so beautifully and
smiled with joy as I soaked his fingers with yet more of my spendings.

I asked him to give me his hot cum NOW!! He did, flooding my poor bowels
with the biggest load they had ever endured. If I had died at that moment,
I would have felt I had had a complete life. That was how good it all was.

Ryan took charge of me over the rest of that night and all my Mondays and
Fridays from then on. He was sweet. We were close in age. And he was a cum
machine.

So many lovers, only six months left on my sabbatical when the Christmas
break arrived.



Chapter Ten -- You Can Go Home Again

Acme didn't make decisions for its clients. It only gave options and made
suggestions.

There was a lot to consider about the issue of going home for two weeks at
Christmas during sabbatical year.

On the one hand, who wouldn't want to be with the family during that time?
On the other, how would the family, beyond the immediate bunch who knew
that little Tommy was now Tammy, accept the situation? Then there was all
that messy explaining about how it was only a temporary change, a big
adventure, no gayness involved, manly things on the horizon, yadda yadda
yadda.

Even worse, and I'm not saying this was me, what if you weren't sure that
you wanted to go back to being a boy after the year was up? OK. I'll say
it. I was considering that. A lot. I had three men and a tgirl pretty much
in love with me, exciting my body to titanic orgasms every day. I was
pretty and wearing pretty things that I loved and excited me just to put
on. The contrast with my normal life was enormous. Why would I give that
up?

But why would I keep it? I wasn't a girl and never would be. I didn't have
a uterus and never would have. No children. No periods. No aggravating the
living shit out of every man with whom I had a relationship. Just faking
it. Very well. Making a lot of people and myself very happy. But wasn't it
a false happiness?

What was real happiness? All happiness is fleeting anyway. You get things
the way you like them and then the world changes. You get to love listening
to Prairie Home Companion on Saturday night and Garrison Kiellor takes a
stinking sabbatical. Then comes back and expects you to just start
listening again. But you've moved on. And he hasn't. Baseball players go on
strike. You get angry, but you find other things to do. They come back in
six months and expect you to watch them again. But you've moved on.

Would it make sense for Charlie Dubois to reappear after he and lots of
people had moved on from that guy? And had found Nicole Dubois?

Lots of issues.

Then there was the question of the cameo appearance as a girl to the locals
outside the family. What would they think of all this? The most likely
gossip scenario would be, "Did you hear about that crazy Dubois kid? He's
one a them drag queens now. Pure faggot. I knew it all along."

That wouldn't matter much if I were committed to being Nicole forever. It
was tell them now or tell them later, with identical, knee-jerk responses.

But I was still unsure about what I wanted to do.

In the final analysis, I dug into my nature and played my contrarian
card. Nicole was going home for Christmas.

David, Ryan and Mr. Howard were heartbroken that I was leaving Fromage for
15 days. Janie was going home to get her pootie porked by her ex-teacher,
so she was cool with it, but I knew we would miss each other too. I feared
the worst. Two weeks with no sex and the scorn of my acquaintances and
family.

Was I ever wrong!

Mom and Daddy picked me up at the airport and they couldn't stop staring at
me. Mom was very proud of me and Daddy finally had what every father wants
-- a daughter. I told them a lot about the last six months beyond the
twice-weekly phone calls, even a little about my <blush> admirers.

My parents didn't appear to think anything was wrong with that. To them, I
was a young woman with needs and I was aggressively fulfilling those needs.

Acceptance is a beautiful thing, isn't it? I'll never understand why it's
so rare in our world.

Daddy couldn't miss the lusty looks that men were giving his little girl
and he looked as if he would fight for me if I needed him to. For the first
time since I was about nine, I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the
cheek. Daddy glowed with happiness.

When we got home, I was very happy to see that they had put some femmy
touches into my drab boy's room. They were really with the program.

I unpacked, had a nice dinner with them, watched a little TV, put a black
babydoll on and went to bed with a full ball bag for the first time in
months.

It was uncomfortable.

I turned on the light, got out of bed and found my high school yearbook. I
got back into bed and began to leaf through it.

I turned to the page with Charlie Dubois' picture. My goodness. I was
referring to my male self in the third person. I didn't even think of
myself as Charlie Dubois. My entire perspective had changed. I could even
feel it with my parents. They treated me as their daughter.

Charlie Dubois looked so drab. He wasn't pretty. He didn't even have any
make-up or the dangly earrings I loved. It was that moment when I realized
that I had become Nicole.

Nicole didn't need to mope around the house for two weeks with a ball bag
full of cummies. She could do something about it. That was another
unfamiliar, but delightful change since I had last slept in that room.

Flipping through the yearbook, I found that it took on lots of new and
different meanings. I looked at the girls not as objects of my desire, but
as objects of fashion and beauty tips. And I looked at the boys in an
entirely new way.

Hmmmm. There was Josh Harkins, one of the smartest guys in the school. And
one of the cutest, I noticed for the first time. Josh was at Princeton,
wasn't he? Yes. It said so in the yearbook. I wondered if he was home for
vacation. I wondered if Josh was sexually lonely like I was. And wanted
someone like me.

I reached under my nightie and began to tickle my little girlfriend. She
was stiff and throbbing.

What if Josh and I had gotten together for pizza and he was home, in my
room with me? What if Mom and Dad told us to have a good time and then
played the TV really loud? What if Josh started to ask me about my
sabbatical and I told him that I was a very naughty girl who liked sex with
smart, cute, nice men like him?

What if I batted my eyes at Josh and I looked at his crotch and saw a big
bulge?

I didn't even have to take the scenario any further. I was so keyed up that
I squealed and shot big gobbies all over my yearbook and my
tummy. Ohhhhhh. Maybe I would see if Josh was in town. Soon.

As luck would have it, the next day I discovered that Josh had been home
for three days. Josh and I had been in a few advanced placement classes
together and knew each other, but had never taken the time to get close. I
decided to change that.

Mid-morning, I drove to Josh's house and knocked on his door. His mother
answered and looked at me quizzically.

"Good morning, Mrs. Harkins," I said. "I'm Nicole Dubois. You may remember
me as Charlie Dubois from Josh's graduating class. I'm taking a sabbatical
year as a girl."

Mrs. Harkins' hospitality instinct took over and she invited me in. She was
very interested in the theory and practice of a sabbatical and she quizzed
me pleasantly about it for about 45 minutes. She kept looking at me and
finally said, "You're not just putting me on, are you. I mean, you're
really Charlie?''

I smiled and said, "I was Charlie and I have some of Charlie's
equipment. But for now, at least, I'm Nicole."

Mrs. Harkins seemed satisfied. And sympathetic. But still curious. "So you
still have your..."

"Penis? Testicles? Yes ma'am. But my breasts are real too."

"Amazing!" she said. I was wondering if she was going to ask me to show her
some of my assets when the door opened and in walked Josh.

Josh. Josh. He was oodles cuter than when I knew him. Of course I didn't
want his thing in me before. But I sure did that morning as I flashed him
my long, luscious legs and my big heels.

He gave me the same look his mother had given me. Mild recognition abated
by disbelief. With quite a bit of lust mixed in.

"This is Charlie Dubois, Josh. Remember Charlie? He's taking a sabbatical
year as a girl named Nicole. A very pretty girl."

Josh noticed if his bulging, throbbing thingee was to be believed.

Mrs. Harkins said, "Why don't you take Nicole to lunch somewhere, Josh? You
two can catch up."

Catch up. Yes. I wanted to catch his cock up my ass. But talking would be a
good start.

Josh still hadn't said a word, but, like every man I had met thus far, his
drooling said it all.

We got into his car and he finally spoke. "Nicole?"

"Yes. It goes with Dubois. Do you like it?"

<Gulp>

I gave him my nova-intensity smile and hiked my short skirt up to the tops
of my black stockings.

<Gulp. Gulp. >

"How do you like Princeton?" I asked. As talking about oneself always does
for men, that relaxed Josh a bit.

He told me about all his college stuff. It seemed frightfully dull compared
to my experiences. Underage binge drinking and the resultant projectile
vomiting didn't match up to the cum-drenched fun I had been having. But I
minded my manners and didn't mention that.

Josh very politely asked, "So what's it been like? As a girl, I mean."

I plunged forward. "It's been dreamy. As you can see, I wear the sexiest
clothes and lingerie. I meet the nicest men and they fuck me until I squeal
and cum all night long. I suck their cocks and make them very happy. Men
are crazy over me. Could you be crazy over me, Josh?"

<BIG GULP> Then a small, "Yes. I think I could be."

"You know, Josh, my Mom and Dad are at work. We could go to my house and I
could fix you lunch. Or anything else you would like."

Josh turned the car around and picked up speed, too much speed.

I said, "Since I want to live until I get home, maybe I can make the ride
more pleasant and you'll slow down and enjoy it." I unzipped his pants and
extracted a fine penile specimen. Already rock hard and oozing gooies.

During the slow, ten-minute drive to my house, I had the opportunity to
inspect Josh's cock thoroughly. And finger his ball sack. And excite the
poor young man to a feverous state.

The naughty boy didn't even tuck his equipment away as we got out of the
car and raced up the driveway to my door. It was a good thing Mom hadn't
decided to work from home that day. She would have seen seven inches of
very nice, naked 18-year-old manflesh preceding Josh as he entered our
front door.

The thought flashed that Josh's instantaneous desire for me was
unreasonable. Then I remembered four things. He was a guy. I was a hot babe
who offered him sex. He knew me, sort of, and liked me. My she- male charms
were a huge turn-on for most men.

"May I kiss you?" the polite, but rather dense lad inquired.

I batted my eyes and grabbed his cock. I led him by his member to my
bedroom and said, "Anywhere you want."

When we arrived at the scene of our imminent fun, I said, "Now would be a
good time to kiss me, Josh."

His exposed cock was throbbing. He knew he looked a little ridiculous, but
instead of zipping up, he pulled his pants down. Nice legs! A real
Princeton Tiger!

Then he moved in for the kiss, naughtily rubbing his stiff, oozing cock
against mine through my skirt as he kissed me within an inch of my
life. Mmmmmmm.

My men kept getting younger. At that rate, I would be after the paperboy
next.

Josh liked me. They all did, those men creatures.

I stopped the kiss-a-thon for a second and kicked it up a notch. "Would you
like to take my panties off now?"

Josh nodded. He had reached the non-verbal state of arousal. I would be
there soon enough.

Josh got on his knees so he could see the grand unveiling as he removed my
little teasers. Feeling lucky, I had worn favorite black, lacy pair that
was severely challenged by my unladylike Woodrow.

He looked into my pretty eyes, considered the gayness of what he was about
to do slowly slipping my panties over my swollen, slippery rod. He eased
them down to my mid-thighs. He looked at my drooling clitty. Then looked at
my pretty face. Then back at my sissy stick.  Wavered. Thought.

I thought faster. I whimpered girlishly, then lifted my blouse over my head
and unhooked my bra, letting my almost-C-Cup-and-growing, soft treasures
free. That was the tiebreaker. Josh knew I was girl enough for him and he
proved it by taking my cock in his hand and kissing it wetly, all along its
length. He even slurped my balls with his tongue. I hadn't cum in 15 hours
and I was randy as a guy named Randall. When he kissed his way back up to
the head, then took it in his mouth, I squealed and spurted a big load of
sticky sissy juice into the poor, confused lad's mouth.

His eyes widened. He observed my sexual joy. He swallowed my creamy load.
It was the right thing to do and Ivy Leaguers do the right thing. And when
doing the right thing tastes delicious and makes your pecker throb, all the
better.

I had cum in his mouth and he had swallowed it all. The ice was broken, I
would say.

Then we began to chop some other glaciers.

I had Josh sit on the edge of the bed and I knelt between his naked legs.
On an impulse, I arose and sat on his thigh, rubbing the inside of my
bottom cheeks and tight anus ring against the hairs on his muscular limb.
We kissed and I stroked his love pole sweetly. When a man is 18, if he cums
too soon, he can correct his error in short order. Josh kissed me hard,
squeezing my luscious body to his, then shuddered and spurted his sticky
cream all over my tummy, my hand and my garter belt. I kissed him
deliciously throughout his climax, then used his goo to stroke him to an
even harder stand.

Then I resumed my kneeling position. This time, I licked up all the residue
from his recent explosion. He liked that! I spent a lot of time licking his
hot cum from his balls. He really liked that! By the time I got around to
licking the crown of his jewel, he was trembling with lust. Helplessly, he
ejaculated into my pretty face. He was terrified that he had offended me,
but my giggling showed him how much fun I was having.

Josh drew me back to his lap and kissed me gratefully, licking every drop
of his cum from my eyes, nose and cheeks. He tickled my balls and cock as
he did so and I was steaming hot all over again.

It was time for my fucking. I said, "Will you fuck me now, Joshie?"

Josh melted. Men are so easy. But a little dense. "Uh, sure. But how?" my
anally inexperienced lover asked.

"In my pooper, Sweetie," I said. And I got on the bed on my tummy, then
scooted up on my knees and wiggled my bottom suggestively.

Josh was diamond-hard again and drooling. Ah, eighteen! But he still looked
perplexed. "But it's so small. Won't I hurt you?"

So considerate! "Not if you reach in that top drawer, put some of that lube
on your fingers, then loosen and wet me with them first."

That sounded awfully good to Josh. He lubed his fingers and fucked me with
three from his right hand as he skillfully skinned my prickie with his
left. He had me gasping and cumming in minutes. He was an apt student.

When I returned to earth, Josh was on his knees behind me and had placed
his sopping prick tip at me anus. "Don't spare me, Sweetie," I said. "I'm
ready for your cock."

Josh followed the welcome order, pushing his glans into paradise, then
inserting the other six inches.

It was heaven! One of the biggest cocks I had taken in. And he was
considerate enough to frig me and tell me how sweet and beautiful I was as
he fucked me. He had one hand on my clittyhead and another on my pink ball
sack as he enjoyed what had to be the best fuck of his life.

The impetuous boy made me cum twice. A big cock in my butt, rubbing against
my prostate, makes me wild. He loved my squeals and screams. I don't think
any of those Princeton girls ever showed him half the good time I did. And
I know they would never soil their DAR bottoms with cock.

All good things end, and Josh's orgasm nearly knocked him out. I do give
good cums to my partners. Acme would be proud.

As we lay kissing and cooing after the spermstorms, Josh begged to see me
again. He would quit school and move next door to me wherever I was,
working at a fast-food place to earn his rent. Fucking me the other 16
hours of the day.

Silly boy. "We're both so young, Josh. And at the end of this year, I'll be
a boy again."

He looked at me. Hard. Then said, "That would be a

horrible waste. I think you know that. You're a girl forever."

Maybe he was right.

We set another date for "watching videos" at my house the following
evening. Josh walked home on a cushion of air. Yet another man in love with
me. Oh, my! I was the most popular girl! Could I ever go back to being a
drab old guy?

That evening, Mom took me to the mall, where we ran into tons of guys I
knew from growing up. Every one of them acted as if he wanted into my
panties! I felt like Scarlett O'Hara at the Twelve Oaks barbeque.

Tomorrow was another day, so I got into my tiny white nightie, kissed Mom
and Daddy goodnight and went to bed. Daddy's eyes got really big when he
saw me in my nightie. And the poor man was lumpy in his crotch. I didn't
blame him. He was a man, and they all seemed to act like that around me.

I fell asleep very quickly. Fucking makes you sleep well, you know.

I had the greatest dream. All my men were naked and making love to
me. Mr. Howard was sucking my clitty. David was sucking my left titty, Ryan
my right. Josh was straddling my shoulders and slowly fucking my face. It
was heaven. They were all there and they weren't jealous or anything. I was
so stimulated that I kept cumming into Mr. Howard's mouth and he kept
swallowing my sissy cream.

Then the men all stopped. They stood over me, pointing their cocks at my
face and milking them. I knew what they were going to do, and I giggled
with joy. All at once, they spurted their hot cream onto my face. Four
thick, gooey loads. I opened my mouth and gulped down whatever flew in
there. Everyone was smiling and happy. And I felt wanted and loved.

I awoke to daylight and a sperm-soaked nightie. I looked at the clock --
9:30. I slipped on my robe and went downstairs. Mom said good morning and
handed me a list of twelve male names and phone numbers.

"They started calling for you at 7:30," she said.

Then the phone rang. Mom answered. "No, Scott, I'm sorry. Nicole is still
asleep. I'll tell her you called.

"Thirteen," Mom said. And smiled.

How could I ever go back to being a man?

THE END



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