Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2016 20:21:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Parker Boi <parkerboi72@yahoo.com> Subject: The Turn part 4 - TG/TV The Turn - Part 4 --- After a quick trip to the bathroom and some clean-up I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. I was still in last nights nighty with my plump ass peeking out the bottom. As I searched for cups and the other ingredients to make a coffee I heard a sing-songy "Helloooooo?" Startled I turned to see Kelly coming around the corner with two Starbucks in her hands. "Damn Girl! that is perfect on you, and based on those tussled hair and flush in your cheeks, I'd guess it did the trick" she said with a wink. "How are you feeling this morning, sweety?" "Amazing!" I beamed, "maybe a bit sore, but nonetheless wonderful" "Ok, well I want to hear ALL about it, every detail, so how about you take this" as she handed me my Macchiato "go run a tub and I'll come up and sit with you so you can give me all the juicy details." She continued "one thing you'll learn quickly is that us girls share everything - nothing to be embarrassed about when it's just us" and with that she snapped off the cutest knowing wink. --- I started the tub and stripped down to nothing - I recalled my thoughts from last night and sure enough, staring back at me from the mirror was a woman. A sissy cocksucker who still had some remnants of a real mans sperm inside her. When I awoke I had found that it thinned and some of it had run out of me, but I knew in my heart of hearts that I still had the essence of my man clinging to the soft tissue of my "pussy." As I stepped into the tub and lowered myself, my bottom hit that warm water and it was so incredibly soothing. Gary had hurt me, not in a bad way, I had loved every minute it, but it was intense and having never been stretched and filled so full - the reality of pain was just that. I thought to myself "If I get to lounge in a tub to sooth myself, then that's a pretty nice trade-off." I had just settled into the water and pulled a swath of bubbles up to cover my breasts when the familiar sing-songy voice of Kelly announced her presence, "knock knock" she chimed. "C'mon in - just getting used to the temperature" I said invitingly. "Are you sore?" she asked. Apparently she's not much for beating around the bush. "Oh my God, so much - but in the best possible way." "I know what you mean" she assured me. I recounted the events of the night - from dinner and sharing intimate ideas to our moment in the pool, to the dom/sub discussion and eventually the bed. She was following intently and I guessed by her squirming that she was getting hot and bothered like I was. She dug in, wanting to now more about my thoughts on the dom/sub list. I was still completely unsure. I knew what I didn't want any part of; things like scat, intense pain. But my mind was kinda blank otherwise. I had had plenty of fantasies about being shared and humiliated. On more than one occasion I had pissed into my own mouth and fantasized about having a man degrade me like that. The thought of being exposed and humiliated was a hot one too - but what other things would Gary think of that I hadn't? She wandered aloud and pulled out her phone and read me a few, and I responded off the cuff: Age Play, ok Animal play, hmmmm Asphyxiation, NO! Bondage, light Catheterization, NO! Chastity, YES! Electric shock, NO! Diapers, maybe Fisting, maybe Gun play, No Serving with other subs, YAY! Hoods, maybe Injections, NO! Modeling, YES! Outdoor/Public displays, maybe Piercing, some Whipping, light maybe Rubber/Latex, I wasn't sure Tattooing, I didn't think so Being video taped and shared, ok Waxing, YES! Weight gain, ? - I was curious about this one Paddling, light By the end of this we were both visibly horny. I was surprised when she asked me how my tush was feeling and if she could see it. I hesitated but frankly I was so horny, I might've done anything at that point. Still in the tub I got up on all fours and rocked my hips to point my ass upward. She wiped the soap from my bottom and I felt her fingers circling. "Oh, it's still very red - but so cute!" she exclaimed. Her hand drifted down to my smooth scrotum and she wrapped her palm completely around my cock and balls while her thumb stayed on my anus. "It all fits in my hand!" I was embarrassed, but responded with "Well now you know why I was never much of a man" I said as I lowered my head. I was enjoying the touch. "How long has it been since you came?" she asked. I had skipped that detail earlier - I was, among other things, embarrassed that I had been made to come like a woman my first time with a man. "Last night, as Gary finished - his belly was rubbing on me and I had the most amazing orgasm" I admitted. "OH, you're taking to this like a fish to water, aren't you?" This whole time she had been massaging me with her thumb and rubbing my little cock and balls with her palm. "Kelly, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up." "Challenge accepted!" she declared as she continued her manipulation of me. She upped the dirty talk a bit - she quizzed me on whether I was going to accept Gary's offer? Did I want breast implants? Would I have my cock and balls removed? All of it was too much and guts wrenched as I lost my load into her hand. How obscene this must have looked. Her fully dressed with me on all fours in the tub being masturbated into her hand. She brought hand to my face, and when I looked at her, she just nodded approvingly. She knew I would lick it all up - and I did. "Good girl!" she sung to me. "You are a natural, dear. I can see what he see's in you." I slumped back down as Kelly stood and informed me that she would be right back - that I should finish washing and come to the bedroom with just my towel. --- I washed my my hair and shaved quickly, after a few minutes I could hear her humming away in the bedroom. When I was finished and joined her in the bedroom I had a towel wrapped around my head and another tucked under my arms. Modesty was slightly ironic at the point, but it was an instinct. "We're having a girls day!" she informed me. "I took the day off and so did you. We're going to start with a trip to the salon to do something about your hairstyle, then the spa, and then?SHOPPING!" Kelly had laid out some dresses, undergarments, and shoes. "Pick the dress you want to wear first, then we'll make some decisions on undergarments" she instructed. I went, without hesitation to the white and yellow floral cap-sleeve number. Kelly squealed, "I just love your traditional feminine style sense!" "Ok, so this dress has a really nice flair to it so we can go a little more minimal on your fineries. I think these will do just fine," she said handing me a matching white panty and bra set. I turned my back to her as I dropped my towel and slid the panties up my legs. "God smiled on you when he gave you that butt, girl! Lot's of girls would kill for junk like that" she came over and helped me with the bra - getting me situated, this bra had inserts in it which pushed me up nicely if I do say so myself. "Last piece is a waist trainer?I want you to start wearing this for at least 3 hours a day. You're so close to a feminine pear shape, with a little help you'll pull it off" she explained to me as she fitted the garment around my waist. The trainer had garters that I learned I'd be clipping to the sheer, nude thigh-highs she handed me. I kept catching myself getting lost in the moment as if my brain forgot that I wasn't a natural woman. This just felt so comfortable, hanging out with a girlfriend getting dressed, rolling up stockings against my smooth legs, my little penis straining against my panties and the snugness of a bra across my chest. I never want to go back. After Kelly helped me with my makeup, giving me a few pointers along the way, she gave me a white headband, a cute purse and I slipped on white peep-toe 2" wedges. Kelly gave me an approving look as I admitted myself in the mirror and grabbed her purse to head out. She paused momentarily and shot me a devious glance as she pulled from her purse a stainless steel butt plug. "I want you to wear this for me today - it will give you such a wonderful sensation of fullness and cause you to sway your hips a little more, and when you sit you will do it gingerly, like a girl does." she continued "turn around and face the dresser," I did as I was told and felt my dress being lifted from behind and my panties were pulled down. She had a little lube with her and rubbed into my anus and around the plug. It was thick and, I would later find out, weighed as much as a can of soda. I moaned girlishly as she pushed my new lover into my rectum. At it widest point it had me stretched almost to the point where I was going to protest, but then it sunk in and settled. The fullness I felt was amazing but the weight was beyond description - it felt like I had a cock buried in my butt without the stretch. Pure heaven! Kelly pulled my panties back up and patted my fat ass approvingly. "Now we're ready!" she chimed. --- She was right, I immediately felt myself accentuating my hips as I took each step. The movement inside me was thrilling - what a secret to carry around today. Could others look at me and see a sissy in a dress with her ass stuffed with a phallic toy? What would they think? How would I respond if caught or called out? My true nature exposed. As we got into her car I sat so softly and smoothed my dress as I swung my legs in. I was reminded of my date with Gary "Oh I haven't texted Gary yet today" I told her. "Don't. You won't get a response - he wants you to take this week to truly contemplate what next for you and he wants it to be your decision, not influenced by him in any way." How does she know all of this? I made a mental note to do a little digging today and figure out what their relationship was. We pulled up to this swanky salon I had driven past hundreds of times but never imagined myself going into. Another moment of truth - I was going in her as a woman and getting my hair done, my fingernails and toenails done. --- "Well hello angel!" the receptionist welcomed Kelly. "Is this the special lady?" "Indeed!" Kelly replied "Let's make today special!" "C'mon back sugar - can I get you a glass of wine?" "That would be lovely" I noted in my most feminine voice. I was led back to a private room and immediately my toes were set in on by a tiny little Korean girl. She was so sweet and gave me the warmest smile. My stylist, Courtney, came in and set about the task at hand right away, did I want my hair cleaned up and cut into nice page-boy style, or what did I think of extensions? I hadn't even considered that - this would be a pretty big step since I could hide a pageboy under a ball cap if I decided to to return to my normal. boring, male life - or I could continue to dive headfirst into a dream come true. My questioning look to Kelly brought only a "it's your hair - you have to make this choice." "Oh hell! Let's go for it - If I go with extensions what kind of cut do you recommend?" I inquired. "Well for a girl on the plumper side like you, I'd go with a curly bob. Just enough that you can pull back with a hair tie if you choose, but it will also frame your face so wonderfully." Courtney knew her stuff! --- For three hours I was pampered while my toes and hand were attended to. I had been facing away from the mirror the entire time Courtney worked on me, but Kelly and I had been chatting the whole time so it just flew by. "Are you ready, Monica?" Courtney asked me, adding drama to the question intentionally. A deep breath and nod in the affirmative and she spun me around. I gasped out loud. I had hair down to my collar bone with auburn and blond highlights streaked throughout. I began to tear up and began sobbing gently. Kelly rushed to my side with a tissue and comforted me. "You look beautiful, Monica" Kelly whispered. "Isn't it amazing what a great haircut will do for you?" "I feel?" I stammered on my words, "I feel?beautiful" and with that the water works really turned on. Courtney gave me a hug and excused herself "Take all the time you need - everything is taken care of." And with a wink she left Kelly and I sharing this amazing moment, like sisters. --- Kelly held my hand the way best girlfriends do as we left the salon. I couldn't stop stealing every chance to look in any reflective surface taking it all in. "Be careful or you'll fall in love with yourself, hot stuff" she teased. We were both hungry and we headed to a little restaurant near the mall for lunch. As I strode through to our table I caught the business me checking both of us out from behind and nodding approvals to each others. I had always wondered how it would felt be ogled as a sexual object - and frankly, it felt amazing. Again, what would these men think I they knew I was packing a penis AND a butt plug under my dress and panties? "Men are so predictable" Kelly shared in confidence with me. "How many of these guys are imaging fucking you right now? or me? or both of us!" she opined. "I bet more than a few just affirmed in their own minds that they'd leave their drab wives for you!" I blushed and shifted in my seat just a bit to feel my plug push against my prostate. I sighed with my eyes. Could tell Kelly knew why. She smiled wryly and started scanning her menu. "Good afternoon ladies," boomed the voice of our waiter. Chris, a 6' tall, ebony god. As I turned to look at him my eyes scanned his crotch and WOW he was packing. I have spilled so much of my inferior seed to interracial sissy porn over the years, my mouth began to water immediately. My mind drifted to him standing me up and bending me over the table right their in the middle of the restaurant, pulling out my plug and pounding a huge load of his baby makers into me while everyone watched me take it helplessly. "Earth to Monica!" snapped Kelly. I was startled from my fantasy and blushed profusely. "Just water please" I managed to get out. "Jesus, would I like to read your mind right now" Kelly asked rhetorically. "Oh my God, Kelly. I can't believe how obvious that was just now. I can feel how red my face is." Chris returned with our drinks, made a few lunch suggestions, then took our order. We both had the chicken caesar salad. I had tried a few angles in the salon to get Kelly to tell me more about her relationship with Gary, but she hadn't really taken any of the bait. I finally came right out and asked. "I wondered when you'd finally ask." Kelly started with the story of her childhood; her parents had split when she was a baby and she lived with her mom until she was 9. Around that time mom met another guy and got remarried. She hated her stepfather and demanded to go live with her dad. As her teenage years set in she struggled with her weight and confidence. She began to question everything about herself. Her father was an incredibly caring, supportive man and assured her that she could be anything she wanted. He loved her and supported her through the toughest moments of her teenage angst. The final piece of the story was that back then her name was Kyle, and she was Gary's son! --- My mouth hung open - Kelly was like me, only better and more experienced. and Gary's daughter!! Huh? I tried processing this revelation but I think I managed only to shake my head and stare into her gorgeous eyes. Gary, she explained, had dated some pretty miserable women as she grew up trying to find her way through her identity - but everyone of them wanted to change him, or her. He wouldn't have it and swore off women for several years. Kelly felt so bad for her daddy as she bloomed into her own sexuality and came to the realization that her dad was alone. she confessed that growing up she had crazy fantasies about him - I mean after all he's a hunk in all the right ways - but that was just teenage hormones and infatuation. NOTHING ever came from it, she assured me with a as our look on her face. One day her dad casually mentioned that if he could only find someone like her, he'd be so happy. They tried classified ads and going to drag shows, gay bars, testing the waters - but it just never clicked for him. Then the other day he called her with more excitement in his voice than she could ever remember hearing and told her about me. When I showed up to see her the other day to get an outfit, she knew immediately that I could be the one. --- We set out to shop and we both loaded up on dresses, panties, bras, lingerie and swimsuits. I got a few more one-pieces and a high-waisted bottom bikini that I couldn't wait to get home and try on. My plug had toyed with me all day and I confessed to Kelly how badly I needed relief. "tsk, tsk" she scolded "when we get home" And with that we headed home. My day had been this whirlwind from the moment I woke up and, unbeknownst to me, it would get even crazier before it was over. --- To be continued?. 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