Stephanie was happy now, she is very happy. But if she took them off. She will return back, to her former male self again. And that, she will not do. So decided, not every remove them. She decided to find ways to do things. Like have oral sex , than a other type of sex. It made be odd, even strange but, every one has there oddity's. And Stephanie will find a way that. Have that last step. But for now this is enough.
This is a first for me, but I couldn’t help but write a story of what happens afterwards! Sorry if it’s a bit long
Part 1: Stephanie loved her new life. She loved the way her golden locks framed her face, large eyes and plump lips. She loved her new voice, soft and melodic, instead of his old nasally, irritating voice. She loved her well-endowed chest. Plump breasts that she loved to fondle and have fondled, with nipples that would perk and cause her to moan when they were caressed. She loved her hourglass figure with hips that loudly declared her womanhood. She loved her soft, smooth skin, unblemished and perfect. Most of all, she loved her slender limbs, especially her long, shapely legs, wrapped in beautiful, black nylon. She would often gaze upon them, feeling them rub against each other, the silky texture sliding against her skin. That’s why she was always frustrated. She loved this body, but she always had to leave it eventually, even if only for a minute. She hated that feeling of her old organ resurfacing when she slid off her leggings, even as little as just down to her midthigh, whenever she needed to tinkle. She hated reverting entirely when she needed to shower. She never bathed as staying even a few more minutes as her old male self was unbearable. She hated the way that his cock always came back when she slid her slender fingers down there, keeping her ever away from feeling true feminine pleasure. She spent her time sliding her crotch against her pillow, running her fingers along her nylon and silk covered cleft. She would become so very wet, moaning as she picked up her pace, but she could never satisfy that need of having something inside her. She loved doing her best to please her boyfriend, even with his peculiar tastes. Her tongue was adept at bringing him to climax, filling her mouth with salty, hot, sticky seed. She loved wrapping her tits around his cock, bouncing them up and down until she was coated with a white glaze. She could tease him with her dainty fingers, or stroke him off with her feet which he loved. Sometimes, he would even go between her plump thighs, the closest they had ever previously gotten to sex. Everytime, a damp spot would form on her silk panties, and she would heat up in that untouchable place. One day, he was especially excited, his cock fully erect and at attention. She was eager as always to please him, dropping to her knees offering her mouth for him to stuff and fill. However, he had different ideas that day. He took her hand, lifting her back to her feet before turning her round to face the wall of the living room. Pushing her against the wail, he inserts himself between her legs, which she obligingly closes gently. He picks up his pace as he seemingly nears his climax before he pulls out, yet to finish. He drags her over to the couch, his strong arms moving her body with ease. She’s confused by the sudden change, and then is pushed over the couch. The back of the couch catches her by the hips, leaving her butt raised up in the air as her legs and torso are left hanging. He starts groping and fondling her butt, using his right thumb to slide along her crotch. She bites her lip, moaning at this sudden attention for her covered sex, that ever present unsatisfied wetness returning to torture her.
She’s almost caught off guard as his fingers slip under the waistline of her stockings. Before he could pull down her nylon seal, she grabbed his hands. Though he was stronger than her, she wouldn’t let herself be revealed. Let himself be revealed. Her sudden but short thrashing was enough to stop him, the fingers unhooking themselves from her tights. She breathed a sigh of relief, happy that she wouldn’t have her cock suddenly reappearing, ruining everything. Her flat crotch would remain, the same flatness he now held in his palm, two fingers resting tantalizingly on her, He hadn’t given up. Before she could react, there was a sudden rip. With both hands, her boyfriend had torn a hole in her pantyhose! She was horrified. She had let down her guard for one moment and suddenly she could no longer be her. A pit formed in her stomach as she waited for his scream. A scream of disgust as her… his cock would reappear between her legs, obtrusive and disrupting everything. That scream never came. Instead, the familiar return of his thumb to her crotch returned. Gently it rubbed her, before pulling aside her white, silk panties. The feeling she was left with was alien yet so very familiar. She felt cold air against bare flesh, wet, sensitive and twitching with anticipation. Her pussy was finally exposed, no longer covered by her pantyhose or panties. Relief washed over her, before the heat of arousal replaced it as her boyfriend rubbed his cock against her. She let out soft moans, moving her hips to slide along the rod. The moment they were both waiting for finally arrived, as he guided himself into her, cementic her womanhood with a loud moan of ecstasy. The next day, she gave him a kiss as he left for another of his ever present business trips. She watched the car roll down away on the road, before she turned away. She turned on the tap, letting warm water fill the tub. She tossed in a bath bomb, letting it dissolve and froth up the water. Gingerly, she slipped herself in. She closed her eyes letting the warmth soak into her body. After a moment, she sits up, gliding her hands along the oiled skin of her shoulders and breasts, before standing up and facing the mirror walls of the bathroom. She posed, strutting her hips to the side, settling her hands on her waist. Her breasts rose with her breath, as the water and oils dripped down her skin. It was finally her body, bare and unassisted by any piece of clothing. Her eyes follow their way down focusing on her womanhood and she smiles. This is her now, no longer a disguise for an unsightly organ, but genuine beauty.
Stephanie was happy now, she is very happy. But if she took them off. She will return back, to her former male self again. And that, she will not do. So decided, not every remove them. She decided to find ways to do things. Like have oral sex , than a other type of sex. It made be odd, even strange but, every one has there oddity's. And Stephanie will find a way that. Have that last step. But for now this is enough.
ReplyDeleteThis is a first for me, but I couldn’t help but write a story of what happens afterwards! Sorry if it’s a bit long
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Stephanie loved her new life. She loved the way her golden locks framed her face, large eyes and plump lips. She loved her new voice, soft and melodic, instead of his old nasally, irritating voice. She loved her well-endowed chest. Plump breasts that she loved to fondle and have fondled, with nipples that would perk and cause her to moan when they were caressed. She loved her hourglass figure with hips that loudly declared her womanhood. She loved her soft, smooth skin, unblemished and perfect. Most of all, she loved her slender limbs, especially her long, shapely legs, wrapped in beautiful, black nylon. She would often gaze upon them, feeling them rub against each other, the silky texture sliding against her skin.
That’s why she was always frustrated. She loved this body, but she always had to leave it eventually, even if only for a minute. She hated that feeling of her old organ resurfacing when she slid off her leggings, even as little as just down to her midthigh, whenever she needed to tinkle. She hated reverting entirely when she needed to shower. She never bathed as staying even a few more minutes as her old male self was unbearable. She hated the way that his cock always came back when she slid her slender fingers down there, keeping her ever away from feeling true feminine pleasure. She spent her time sliding her crotch against her pillow, running her fingers along her nylon and silk covered cleft. She would become so very wet, moaning as she picked up her pace, but she could never satisfy that need of having something inside her.
She loved doing her best to please her boyfriend, even with his peculiar tastes. Her tongue was adept at bringing him to climax, filling her mouth with salty, hot, sticky seed. She loved wrapping her tits around his cock, bouncing them up and down until she was coated with a white glaze. She could tease him with her dainty fingers, or stroke him off with her feet which he loved. Sometimes, he would even go between her plump thighs, the closest they had ever previously gotten to sex. Everytime, a damp spot would form on her silk panties, and she would heat up in that untouchable place.
One day, he was especially excited, his cock fully erect and at attention. She was eager as always to please him, dropping to her knees offering her mouth for him to stuff and fill. However, he had different ideas that day. He took her hand, lifting her back to her feet before turning her round to face the wall of the living room. Pushing her against the wail, he inserts himself between her legs, which she obligingly closes gently. He picks up his pace as he seemingly nears his climax before he pulls out, yet to finish.
He drags her over to the couch, his strong arms moving her body with ease. She’s confused by the sudden change, and then is pushed over the couch. The back of the couch catches her by the hips, leaving her butt raised up in the air as her legs and torso are left hanging. He starts groping and fondling her butt, using his right thumb to slide along her crotch. She bites her lip, moaning at this sudden attention for her covered sex, that ever present unsatisfied wetness returning to torture her.
She’s almost caught off guard as his fingers slip under the waistline of her stockings. Before he could pull down her nylon seal, she grabbed his hands. Though he was stronger than her, she wouldn’t let herself be revealed. Let himself be revealed. Her sudden but short thrashing was enough to stop him, the fingers unhooking themselves from her tights. She breathed a sigh of relief, happy that she wouldn’t have her cock suddenly reappearing, ruining everything. Her flat crotch would remain, the same flatness he now held in his palm, two fingers resting tantalizingly on her,
DeleteHe hadn’t given up. Before she could react, there was a sudden rip. With both hands, her boyfriend had torn a hole in her pantyhose! She was horrified. She had let down her guard for one moment and suddenly she could no longer be her. A pit formed in her stomach as she waited for his scream. A scream of disgust as her… his cock would reappear between her legs, obtrusive and disrupting everything.
That scream never came. Instead, the familiar return of his thumb to her crotch returned. Gently it rubbed her, before pulling aside her white, silk panties. The feeling she was left with was alien yet so very familiar. She felt cold air against bare flesh, wet, sensitive and twitching with anticipation. Her pussy was finally exposed, no longer covered by her pantyhose or panties. Relief washed over her, before the heat of arousal replaced it as her boyfriend rubbed his cock against her. She let out soft moans, moving her hips to slide along the rod. The moment they were both waiting for finally arrived, as he guided himself into her, cementic her womanhood with a loud moan of ecstasy.
The next day, she gave him a kiss as he left for another of his ever present business trips. She watched the car roll down away on the road, before she turned away. She turned on the tap, letting warm water fill the tub. She tossed in a bath bomb, letting it dissolve and froth up the water. Gingerly, she slipped herself in. She closed her eyes letting the warmth soak into her body. After a moment, she sits up, gliding her hands along the oiled skin of her shoulders and breasts, before standing up and facing the mirror walls of the bathroom. She posed, strutting her hips to the side, settling her hands on her waist. Her breasts rose with her breath, as the water and oils dripped down her skin. It was finally her body, bare and unassisted by any piece of clothing. Her eyes follow their way down focusing on her womanhood and she smiles. This is her now, no longer a disguise for an unsightly organ, but genuine beauty.