Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 14:27:18 EST
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesli 7

In the period of a few weeks, my life had taken another turn in a direction
away from the ordinary and toward the exciting world of womanhood.  My mind
was filled now with a singular determination to reach the ultimate status
of a real woman.  It would not be easy, and at times I questioned my
decision, but I knew at the end of this long road lay rewards beyond the
present, and I've never been disappointed, really.

I guess I was dropped from the roles of my esteemed college some time in
the past week.  I know I shocked everyone in the dorm when I came by to
pick up my belongings, completely dressed and made up as Lesli, and the
thrill I got from doing that was well worth the risk.  I know my parents
were distraught by my phone calls, which had dealt more and more with my
dissatisfaction with college life and my progress at finding a job to
support myself.  I still called once a week, and tried to assure them that
I was ok.  No, I couldn't come home and find a job, I was working and doing
all right now in the city.  Eventually they stopped trying to talk me out
of it, I suspect they figured out my new orientation and would have a real
problem if I showed up back at home as Lesli.

By the end of my second month in this new life Cissy took me to her doctor
to arrange for legal hormone treatments.  The physical examination was a
snap, and after a brief interview with the doctor, in which he asked me a
lot of questions centered around why I wanted the hormone treatment, he
administered the shot to my backside and set me up for a regular series of
monthly shots and a twice yearly examination to gauge the success and check
for side effects.  I signed a release form and registered for one years
worth of this treatment.  He explained that after a year on hormones,
living as a woman, I could begin the process of application for SRS.  I
made the mental calculation of how much money I would need for this and
quickly decided that I needed more.

I was sharing the rent with Cissy now, but deep down inside I knew that I
would be more comfortable in an apartment of my own.  Cissy's life revolved
around her new her newest lover and I felt, although she never complained,
that my presence somewhat crowded her lifestyle.  I would deal with that in
the near future.

My body was changing at an ever quickening pace now, a combination of the
hormones and all the advice I was getting from Cissy.  No longer did I
dress as a male at all.  Always convincing, I now adopted the role as my
life, destroying my maleness, step by step, and preparing my self mentally
as a woman.  In fact, I was so convincing that I was confident no one who
saw me suspected anything different from the illusion.

My breasts were the first and most profound to change in the coming months.
>From the first dose of hormones they began to grow and by the week
following the second dose they were to the point that, in a bra, the look
excited and delighted me.  My nipples were small and tight, and the
sensitive to the touch.  The sensation of wearing a bra now kept me in a
state of continual excitement as it stimulated me.

My hips and backside became softer and rounder, filling my clothes with
that unmistakable outline of a womans body.  The hormones also stopped any
growth of hair on my body, and an occasional shaving of my legs and armpits
was all that was required to keep me smooth.  Body lotion and bubble bath
keep my soft skin like that of a baby.

My face changed too, becoming softer and slimmer.  Following Cissy's
advice, I plucked my eyebrows now and kept them outlined with a dark liner.
I learned the curl my lashes and apply proper makeup there, with great
results.  I became an artist with lipstick and had my nails professionally
done at least once a week.

My hair, always one of my main attractions, was now worn in a shoulder
length flip.

I shaved my pubic hair into a tight `V' and completely removed all hair
from by balls and asshole.  In time the hormones would help here, but until
then I kept them shaved and the feeling of panties or a g string excited me
down there.  I tucked constantly now, with the hormones eventually taking
care of that too.  I noticed a softening down there as my dick lost more
and more of it's excitement as part of me.  Cissy explained that the
hormones would eventually render is a useless piece of meat.  I was sure
she was right as it I lost the ability to get a hard on.

For the first two weeks after Rufus installed the glory hole I spent almost
all my working hours on my knees before it, servicing hundreds of cocks.
It proved so popular that he installed another, on the opposite end of the
stalls, thru another hole into the dressing room, and we doubled our
business.  I began sharing the duty with other girls who came to realize it
was a relatively easy way of making lots of money each night.

In the beginning of the third week, he gave me the tape he had made of me
having sex.  "Only copy" he said honestly.  I could have kissed him if I
thought he wouldn't slug me for trying.  I had a new found respect for the
man, one that would only strengthen over time.

As I became accustomed to working nights, my days offered an opportunity to
get out in to the world around me.  Cissy's apartment was in a very nice
part of the city and I enjoyed spending my days walking and shopping on the
busy city streets.

Cissy had told me that another way to make money was dating customers.  She
was propositioned all the time and accepted many of the invitations,
especially those from out of town businessmen who had hotel rooms and money
to burn.  She had made upwards of $200 a night, after hours, by doing this.
I wasn't sure how to work that angle, but she promised to help me.  We both
agreed that it would have to be a very understanding customer, one into
transexuals, and I since I wasn't about to expose my true identity in the
club, I would have to rely on Cissy to set it up.  She agreed, and told me
she would introduce me to the first decent looking customer inquiring about
such special favors.  Since she had done this as a pre op, she assured me
that the opportunity was there.

One of the girls shared an unexpected tidbit of news with me.  "Both Rufus
and Hank have been to the glory hole'.

"So" I replied slightly excited, but determined not to let it show "I've
been sharing the duty with a lot of girls lately, and Rufus and Hank are
both womanizers".

"No, I overheard them talking about what good head you give.  You did them,
they knew it, you just didn't".

I was shocked, to say the least, and mildly stimulated by the news.  The
thought of those two being interested enough to sample my talents really
shocked me, both being so anti homo.  The thought crossed my mind every
time I saw them.  I filed it away for later, thinking that you never know
when the opportunity might again arise if the cards are played right.

Little did I know it would arise so soon.  It was early in the morning, the
bar had just closed, I was flush with over $100 for my efforts at the glory
hole, and having a night cap before leaving.  The girls left one by one,
and in groups until finally only Hank and I remained.  "Wanna lift?" he
asked as I sat on the bar stool across from him sipping the last of my
drink.  "If it's not too much trouble" I replied, and he assured me it
wasn't as he went in my direction anyway.  I waited for him to close the
bar, then let him show me to his 4X4 in the back parking lot.  He held the
door for me as I got in, my short skirt riding up past my stocking tops.  I
could feel his eyes taking that in, and the first blush of naughtyness
brought the blood rushing to my face.

We chit chatted on the ride home.  He had come to work for Rufus from
another bar nearby, and enjoyed the atmosphere of Chilli's much better.
And he said the money was much much better, which kept him there for the
past two years.  I ageed, and shared the fact that I while I was hesitant
to work for Rufus in the beginning, I was really satisfied with it now.

"I'll tell you Lesli, Rufus is damned proud of what you've done at that
glory hole.  You and the other girls are attracting customers like crazy".

"Well, it's fun" I admitted out loud "and I like the money as well.  But
mostly I like the sex".  I couldn't believe I had said that.  "Well, that's
interesting" he said "the money's just an extra benefit, huh?"

"Really, yeah" I admitted.

"I like it too" he went on, slowly.  "I like it a lot".

"Look Hank, it's real sweet of you to give me a ride home.  Would you like
me to show my thanks?"  I was going for broke here, risking rejection, or
worse, but I had become bolder in the past few months, and I did know that
Hank experienced my talents, at least once.  Maybe, just maybe, it was not
a risk at all.

"Uhhhh..well..where?" was his only response, and with that response I knew
I had him now.

"Right here" I said, then remembering that Cissy was sleeping over with one
of her boyfriends tonight , I really went for broke.  "Or , even better,
you could come up for a night cap and my special thank you."

"Uhhh, what about Cissy?  I don't want her to know anything about..."

"Don't worry, she won't be back til afternoon tomorrow."

With that, we raced up the stairs to the apartment.  Hank seemed a willing
participant now, and I intended to play this to the hilt.

He found the liquor and made us a drink as I `slipped into something more
comfortable'.  I desparately seached for something aluring, and came up
with a short teddy that matched my panties and bra.  I left my black heels
on, but stripped out of the hose.  Checking my self in the mirror, I
readjusted my tuck and seemed to pass my own critical inspection.

"Damn Lesli, you're a good looking babe" was the compliment I received as I
came back into the living room.  I accepted it with grace and slid beside
Hank on the couch as he offered me a drink.  "And you're some kind of
bartender" I returned.

"Look, I'm not into the homo scene, if you know what I mean" he started...

"Hank, let me be honest" I countered "I'm not into it either.  I'm
transexual, which may be a new term to you, but I'm all girl inside,
believe me.  If you have any hangups with me, let me know and we'll pretend
this isn't happening."  I was serious, I don't know why I said it, but I
did know that if he wasn't comfortable with this, I didn't want it
happening.  I realized, then and there, that I wanted Hank to want me as a
woman, nothing else, and I was willing to forego the whole thing if he had
any hangups.  I didn't think he would, but then again, I wasn't sure.

"Let's just let it happen, if it happens" he replied, and my heart took
wings as I imagined the great times ahead for us.

We sat listening to music as we sipped our drinks, his arm around my
shoulder and my head on his.  It was a natural thing, but I wondered how
drunk I would have to get him before he dropped all his inhibitions.  The
answer was soon in coming, as he pulled me close and covered my painted
lips with his.  I responded by opening my mouth and letting his tongue
probe inside.

I don't know if it was the liquor, the sexual inuendos, or magic, but the
next thing I was aware of was me, on my knees in front of him, his cock in
my mouth.  I was bathing it in saliva as I bobbed up and down the length of
it, in a sexual heaven.  Hank was moaning.  "Ohh yeah..suck me Lesli,..suck
my dick...oh, baby..suck it."

I didn't need the encouragement, but hearing him turned me on., as I
gobbled it all down my thoat.

Let me tell you, Hank was big, at least ten inches of hot male meat, and I
delighted in the blow job I was giving him.  I was in another world as he
plunged in and out of my mouth, his hands tightly gripping my head as he
fucked my willing face.  I rolled on my back in the floor and let him
straddle my chest with his thighs, pumping his hardened prick into my
mouth.  His first orgasm came abruptly, cum filling my mouth with the sweet
taste of love.  He came a lot, but I managed to eat it all down, savoring
the taste as it flowed into my mouth, acrosss my tongue, and into the
receptical that seemed to be meant for man juice, my stomach.  I drained
him, slurping and suctioning down all his semen, using all my newly learned
talents to milk the last drops from him.

I was expecting the normal reaction of a man just blown, denial, rejection,
all the little things that go along in the head of a male who had just
ejaculated in my mouth.

I won't say I was surprised, I would say I was elated at his response as he
pulled me up to him and laid the wettest, sexiest, french kiss on me that I
had ever had.  His tongue probed into the cum receptical I called my mouth,
with a passion and naturalness I had never experienced in my young life.  I
responded by wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and pulling his mouth
inside mine, opening to take as much of him as possilbe into me.

>From this point it only got better as he licked and kissed my face and
mouth.  We lay on the floor for a long time, exploring each other in a way
only known by a man and woman.  He gently massaged my head and hair as I
took him, once again, into my mouth and did my otmost to please him.  My
mind was focused on one thing, his pleasure, and I continued to lavish my
considerable talent to that end.  The results were gratifying, to me, as he
became rock hard again.

He flipped me on my stomach, my legs spread apart, face pressed into the
soft carpet, and began probing at my uplifted sex hole.  I pushed back in
passion, my tightened lips yielding to his manliness as he pressed harder
against me.  We both knew what we wanted.  There was no awarkdness, no
hesitation as his prick bore down on my willing hole.  I could feel the
pressure, and at the same time I could feel my muscles relaxing and
accepting the onslaught.  He was in me, in a way few men have been, and he
didn't hold back at all.  He pumped his hardened cock deep in my stretched
insides as I strained to accept him.  Within seconds I was aware of his
pubic hair mashed against my ass cheeks as he continued to thrust in and
out.  The feeling left me weak and vulnerable as he pumped and pumped that
massive cock up me.  My insides were full of him and my muscles were as
loose as I had ever known them to be, accepting him further and further up
my love canal.

He was only human, and the combination of my tight hole and his abandoned
thrusting soon had it's effect on him.  The first warm spurts shot inside
me like a warm cannon as he emptied him self into my bowels.  The feeling,
the sensation, was like something I had not know before, and I climaxed at
the same time he did, my cum shooting on the floor as his shot up into me.
Tightening my anal muscles, I drained his cock dry of the wonderful liquid,
feeling it lubricate the inflamed muscle tissue inside me.  He came so
much, in fact, that the force of his cock pumped some of it out, around the
tight seal formed by my the lips of my hole and his cock.  It seemed to run
down my leg in torrents.  He continued fucking me until it became to soft
to remain inside me and slipped out with a wet plop.

He rolled me back over, on my back now, and straddled my shoulders with a
knee to either side.  As his dick came in range, I pulled it into my mouth
and lapped and sucked at the wetness.  The taste, the aroma, was a mixture
of my sex and his cum which drove me wild.  To this day I don't enjoy
anything else as much as that taste and smell.  Iwas suffering, I would
come later to know, from sexual overload.

We slept in my bed that night, my head resting on his chest as my last
conscious thoughts were of him.

Some time during the night I awoke briefly to the sensation of his warm,
wet load seeping from my hole.

I was pleasantly awaken by the sunlight peeping thru the open curtains and
the distinctly pleasant tinge of soreness down there.  The other sense was
of his mouth as he licked and probed my still loosened hole.  I brought my
hands down to his head and encouraged him to continue, spreading my legs
further to give him complete access.  His tongue was inside me now, and I
could feel it bathing my soreness with saliva.

When he had me wet, he pushed himself upright and placed a hand on each
leg, pushing them back toward my head, baring my ass as I lifted and
strained to make myself available.  His cockhead paused briefly at the
entrance before sliding into the wet softness with ease.  The slight
feeling of pain was replaced by an overwelming sense of pleasure as he
began slowly thrusting in and out, his balls coming to rest on my bare
backside.  I pulled his face to mine and opened my lips as his tongue made
its way past my teeth and into my mouth in a wet, warm kiss.  I brought my
arms up to encircle his neck and
  held him tightly while he banged me senseless.  The constant thrusting in
and out had my ass muscles loosened, and he hovered on the brink of orgasm.
Surprisingly, he went on like that for quite some time before finally
pulling out, straddling my head with his knees, and offering his spurting
cock to me.  I took it gently into my mouth, tasting the delicious cum as
he shot a high pressure stream of love juice into me.  I continued to suck
him til he was soft and dry inside.  Again, as last night, the taste was a
strong mixture of my insides and his cum, a strong and pungent odor I would
come to appreciate more and more.

We fell back asleep, and didn't stir again til nearly noon.  I woke first,
and greeted him with my soft mouth taking his limp cock inside and bathing
it with mouth lube as I sucked him hard again in no time.  He let me do all
the work this time, laying on his back with his legs spread as I bobbed up
and down on his meat, bringing him to another thundering orgasm which he
shot deep in my throat as he held my face tightly against his pubic hairs.

He would fill my mouth with cum once again before finally leaving around 1
pm.  I saw him to the door, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and he was
gone.  I collapsed in bed, trying to remember everything, every sensation
as my hand found my hardening prick and brought a wet relief.

Hank and I traded knowing looks most of the night, and I was sure he had
found the encounter as pleasant as I had.  Sure enough, he offered me a
ride home when the bar closed.  We sat talking in front of my apartment.

"Lesli, wow, I really enjoyed yesterday" he began.  "Me too, it was great"
I responded.

"I..uhhh..I mean I've never...you know, I've never had sex with a man
before" he finally got out.

"Well sugar, you didn't have sex with a man last night either" I clarified
"you had sex with a transexual".

"Oh, you know what I mean.  I've never been with a,...a"

"Cocksucker.  You've never been with a cocksucker?"  I teased.

"No, you know...I've never been with someone like you.  A transexual".

"And you enjoyed it?  When you closed your eyes, could you tell the
difference?"

"I didn't close my eyes to tell the truth.  And no, I couldn't tell the
difference.  And yes, I enjoyed it.  And I couldn't get you out of my mind
today.  And when I saw you tonight, I wanted to do it again.  And again".

"Then let's" I offered.

"You bet we will" he replied "but...and I don't mean this in a
disrespectful way at all..I don't want anyone to know..I mean, most
everyone at the club knows you're a transexual, and I have..you know..a
reputation.  Shit, I don't mean to sound like that, but...you know?"

I guess I hadn't even thought about it that way.  I was slightly
disappointed that he felt that way.  But the fact was that Hank had treated
me nice, he had sex, good sex, with me knowing what I was.  Most other men
either didn't know, or if they did they only treated me as an object for
their relief.  He was different, and I decided then and there that if he
wanted me I would accept his conditions.  If there was a chance for a
normal relationship with a man, this was probably my best bet yet.

"So you're saying if Cissy is in the apartment you don't want to go up?"

"I hate to do this, I want you so bad, but no..I'm not ready for Cissy to
know about us yet".

"Well, park in the back lot then.  I can think of a way to say goodnight
that you might like."  And with that I slid across the seat and put my hand
in his crotch.

The back parking lot was unlit, and I directed him to a spot on the far
side.  He cut the engine and lights, leaving only the dim reading light on
for me to see by.  I carefully unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped him, and drug
them down to his knees, exposing his half hard cock, which I took in my
hand and began jacking.  Within seconds it was rigid, and I dipped my head
between his firm stomach and the steering wheel, taking his cockhead in my
mouth.  He moaned with pleasure and I opened wide to take more of him in.
Using my saliva as lubricant, I soon had him all down me, and began a slow
blow job on him.  I was half lying in the seat, and I when I felt his hand
massaging my ass, I scooted forward to give him better access.  He soon had
my skirt pulled to my waist and was groping for my hole.  Sliding my g
string aside, he slide his finger in me, sending spasms of excitement
cursing thru me.  I ground down on his probing finger until it was up me to
the knuckle.  I could feel my sphincter relax as he slowly corkscrewed
inside me.  I began to think that going down on him was not going to
satisfy me, and my mind began to explore the alternatives as I continued to
slurp on his rock hard cock..

He must have been thinking along the same lines because he pushed me gently
back across the seat and into a sitting position as he came across.
Slipping off my heels, he knelt in the floor and pulled my feet up to place
them on the dash, one on either side of him.  I slid to the edge of the
seat and mashed my asshole to his dick.  He pulled the g string aside
farther and pushed hard against my hole, the muscles relaxing immediately
and admitting the head.  I gasp with pleasure as I felt him inside me
again, and before I knew it he was thrusting in and out of my willing love
hole.  I pressed hard against him and felt his pubic hairs against my bare
ass.  The feeling was heaven and my whole mind was focused on how good his
cock felt ramming inside me.

This position was perfect, it exposed me completely to him and allowed him
to penetrate me as far as possible.  I was absolutely filled with him, and
everytime he withdrew to the edge, my muscles tried to hold him inside.  He
would withdraw like this, pause, then ram completely to the hilt.  There
was no pain, my muscles were relaxed, and I must have been secreting enough
lubricant from inside.

The longer he fucked me the looser I got, but never loose enough that he
wasn't excited by being in me.  Thinking back on it, I hadn't been screwed
that much in my short career, and my muscles hadn't stretched all that far
yet.  They would later, as I took more and larger me inside me.
  I was grunting and whimpering now as the sex got to me, and before I knew
it I came in my panties.  It was a long, intense orgasm that left me
shaking afterwards.  He continued to ride me for another few minutes before
blowing his load in me, the thick liquid shooting hard at first, then
trailing off to a trickle.

We held each other longer, and he was still semi hard inside me.  He began
to move again, and I could feel the cum bathing my insides as he slid in
and out, slower and softer now.  When he finally withdrew, I reached down
with my hand and took him, feeling the slimey thing going even softer.

I was still hot enough to go down on him when he returned to the seat
beside me.  I knelt in the floor and put his legs to either side of me now,
his feet on the dash, as I took his balls into my mouth.  I blew his balls
for a few minutes and then moved up to his wet cockhead, which lipped
easily into my mouth, rewarding me with the strong taste of sex.  He
brought his hands down to hold my head as I buried his entire dick in my
mouth, gently caressing the underneath side with my tongue.

This was a slow, easy, blow job, I took my time and gently worked him up to
a full erection.  "Oh yes" he moaned "yeesssss".  I was moaning too, and I
knew the vibrations would turn him on even more as I turned up the heat on
the action.  He held my head still and began humping forward in an effort
to fuck my face.  He did well, and soon he was thrusting to my thoat as
those muscles relaxed and took him in.

"I'm can't last" he moaned "I'm going to come soon".

"Yes baby, cum in my mouth" I gasped as I pulled off briefly before
redoubling my efforts to get him off.

He grabbed his cock by the shaft and started jacking off.  I repositioned
my mouth on it, keeping just the head inside as his fingers banged into my
nose.

"Gonna cum in your mouth" he moaned as he beat off even faster.

"Yes Hank, fill my mouth with your juice.  Give me your load, let me eat
your cum".  The first spurt hit me on the cheek.  I repositioned my mouth
for the next one, and it hit my outstretched tongue, the rest all going
into my mouth as I clamped my lips over the head.  He removed his hand and
let me take the entire length inside again, the head forcing all that cum
in my throat where a few well placed swallows took care of it.

"That's it baby, swallow my load all down.  Eat my cum."  And I did.  All
of it, cleaning his cock with my tongue when he was finished.

"Ummmmmm, that was great" he sighed as I came up in the seat beside him.  I
cleaned all the cum from my lips with my finger before sticking it in my
mouth and savoring the last of the salty reward.

"You're the greatest I've ever had.  Even better than a girl, you just seem
to know how to light my fire".

"Well, thank you lover, that's a real complement.  But remember, I told you
you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"Oh, I can tell the difference" he replied "you're better."  And with that
he kissed me gently on the cheek.

I slept like a baby that night.

To be continued

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