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Part 2
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.
This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Ken couldn't believe what he had done. All night long he had been having
strange dreams about being like Sally, a buxom she-male, dancing for the
delight of men and women. This morning, he had waken up with a strange
desire to wear women's clothing. The desire had been so compelling that he
had rushed out early that morning, stopped at a local department store and
actually bought a couple pair of panties. It was now the beginning of his
lunch break and he had slipped into the bathroom, taken off his pants and
put a pair on.
He was surprised at how soft and smooth and comfortable they felt on him.
He put his pants back on and decided to work through lunch. The feeling of
the silky fabric around his crotch gave him a sense of energy and
well-being, making him feel like he could work for days on end.
It was shortly after lunch when he was introduced to Morgana. His
supervisor brought over this pretty blonde. "Ken, this is our new worker,
Morgana. You'll be handling her orientation."
Ken was a bit surprised. Usually new hires were put through their paces by
more experienced workers, but he didn't question it. Morgana was a
beautiful woman whose features could best be described as elfin, with hair
the color of straw. Ken introduced himself, then took her around, showing
her where everything was in the building.
After the tour, he sat her down in front of a window and guided her through
a few customers. During a brief break, she looked up at him and asked,
"Ken, maybe I'm being forward, but do you want to go out and get some
coffee after work?"
Ken was stunned. Here he was trying to figure out a way to ask her out,
and she goes and asks him. It took him only a few seconds before he said,
"I'd like that. I'd like it a lot."
So after work that day, they went out to the local cafe and had some coffee
and snacks while discussing nothing in particular. Ken was wondering
whether or not she might be interested in a more physical relationship when
she asked, "Ken, would you like to go somewhere more private and really get
to know each other more intimately?"
It took Ken a few seconds before he finally asked, "Why?"
"Well, that's not exactly the response I was hoping for. Don't you like
me? Think I'm sexy?"
"I think you're very sexy. I'm just wondering why you seem so eager to be
with me. I'm a small man, slight of build. Some people have even
commented that I'd make a cute girl if I tried. I'm not exactly a
first-class catch."
"Well, actually, Ken, it's your delicate features that attracted me to you
in the first place. I'm bi-sexual with a heavy tendency towards women.
Your almost female appearance gave me a sexual rush the first time I saw
you. Then I spent the day with you and found you to be a caring,
compassionate, patient man, and that made me want you all the more. You're
everything I want in a man. The only thing that would make you any more
perfect would be..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Come on. Tell me."
"It's just this fantasy I've got. Problem is, it scares most men off."
"Give me a chance. Worst happens is that I just say no."
"No worst happens is that you think I'm an utter weirdo just for proposing
the idea and never want to see me again."
"Never happen."
"You say that now, but if I tell you..."
"Give me a chance."
"Alright. It's just that I've always had this fantasy of having a guy
who'd let me..."
"Yes?"
"Who'd let me dress him up as a girl. Who'd let me train him to be my best
girlfriend as well as my lover. I can see by the look on your face that
you're shocked. Let's just forget I ever mentioned it."
"No, let's not. Morgana, I'm not shocked because of what you're proposing,
but because," Ken dropped his voice, "I'd like to try something like that.
I've recently discovered an urge to indulge the woman within by dressing up
and being as much the woman as I can be."
"Really? Do you have any women's clothes? Do you dress at all?"
"I just have a couple pair of panties." He dropped his voice to where it
could barely be heard. "I'm wearing a pair now."
"Really?" Morgana was breathing heavily. "Ken, when my last roommate
moved out, she left most of her clothes. I think you and she are about the
same size. Would you like to come back to my place and really play some
serious dress-up?"
Ken thought about it, his own excitement growing as fast as Morgana's was.
He barely managed to whisper, "Yes."
Morgana leaned over and kissed him. She then stood both of them up and
walked him to the bus stop, kissing and hugging him along the way. They
got back to her building and Morgana all but dragged him into the
apartment. She pulled him into one of the bedrooms where there were some
packed boxes off to one side.
As Morgana opened one of the boxes, she commented, "My roommate moved out a
while ago. I suppose I should've dumped this stuff off on goodwill when
she did, but I never got around to it. I never thought I'd be so lucky to
have procrastinated all this time."
Ken looked into the box. It was filled with what seemed to be very
expensive stuff ranging from lingerie to dress suits, to dresses and
skirts. "Your roommate left this stuff behind? Seems like an awful lot of
expensive stuff to just leave behind."
"She left to get married to a very rich man. She felt she wouldn't need
these anymore. Lucky us. Unless... you've reconsidered?"
"No, but let's get started before I do."
"Let me see you in just your panties. If there's a matching bra in here,
then we'll put you in that. Otherwise, we'll get you into a matching set."
Ken quickly stripped down into his panties. There was indeed a matching
bra in the box of clothes, and Morgana slipped the bra on around his torso,
stuffing it with spare panties. She then went through the rest of the
stuff, pulling out a short dress, a slip, stockings, and some heels. They
quickly dressed him in the clothes she selected. She then sat him down and
used some make-up that she fished out of the bottom of the box to pretty
him up.
When she finished, she turned him to the mirror. Ken was astounded at the
girl looking back at him. With the exception of his hair, there was no
trace of any guy in that mirror. "I look beautiful."
"Yes, you do. Wait here." Morgana ran from the room, only to return a few
seconds later carrying a blonde wig. "I had this from a Halloween costume
last year." She put it on his head carefully positioning it, and, just
like that, Ken was gone, and only a woman's reflection remained.
While he was staring at the new him in the mirror, Morgana reached around
and gently fondled his "breasts". "So what do you want to call her? We
can't very well call such a feminine creature Ken."
Ken thought about it and said, "Kira. When I'm like this, call me Kira."
"Kira it is." Morgana leaned forward and kissed Kira on the cheek. "So,
Kira, would you like to try some lesbian sex?"
Kira stood, turned, and pulled Morgana close, kissing her deeply. "As soon
as possible, beautiful."
Morgana reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, letting them
fall to the ground. She then reached under Kira's dress and pulled his
panties down just enough to free his dick. While stepping out of her
panties, she kissed Kira, pushing them both back towards the bed.
Kira fell back on the bed, pulling Morgana on top of him. They kissed for
a bit before Morgana spun around so that her head was above Kira's crotch,
and her crotch was above Kira's face. Kira deftly slid his face under
Morgana's skirt while feeling his dick slide into his lover's mouth. He
happily licked at her while she sucked on him. He also felt her weight on
his breasts and found himself wishing they were real, both for himself and
for her.
It was imagining how good a pair of his own breasts would feel that pushed
him over the edge and into orgasm, spraying into her mouth. He plastered
his lips to her cunt and licked voraciously through his orgasm, pushing her
over the edge and into an orgasm of her own.
She rolled off of him and lay beside him, panting heavily. "God, that was
great. For a guy, you're a great cunt-licker. Not quite as good as some
of my girlfriends that I've been with, but you are good."
"Thank you. Morgana, would you teach me to be as good as a girl? I'd like
Kira to be as much a girl as possible."
"Of course, dearie. I'll help you be as much the woman as you want to be."
"Thanks."
"I notice you still have a hard-on. Have you always had this much endurance?"
"Not really. It must be all the excitement of being in drag."
"Would you like to try something a little more radical?"
"Like what?"
"Like sex... as a girl?"
"As a girl?"
"Kira... Ken, I know boys sometime experiment a bit. Have you ever had a
dick inside you? Been fucked?"
Thinking of his experience with the she-male the night before, he replied,
"Once."
"Would you like to try something similar now?"
Disappointment and sadness evident in his voice, he said, "If some big,
burly guy steps out thinking of fucking me-"
Interrupting him, Morgana said, "No! That's not what I'm proposing at all!
I told you, I don't go in for that kind of guy. Ken, I was thinking of
putting on my strap-on, and using it on you. If you don't want to, either
now or ever, just say so, but, Kira, I will never expect you, much less
force you, to engage in sex with anyone you don't want to."
Kira thought about it. He was a bit surprised that he wasn't more hesitant
over the idea, but the concept of getting fucked in the ass by his
girlfriend was actually exciting him more than he thought it would. "Yes,
get out your dildo and make a woman out of me."
Morgana smiled. She leaned over and kissed the tip of Kira's dick, then
leapt off the bed, running out of the room. She returned only seconds
later carrying a plastic cock with straps hanging from it. "If you don't
mind, I'd like to be nude, but I want you to remain in Kira's garb."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Morgana quickly shucked out of her clothes, then put on the fake dick.
Then, almost guiltily, she said, "I forgot something for lubrication."
Kira moved to the edge of the bed. "Bring yourself over here."
Morgana walked over to the edge of the bed, her strap-on bouncing in front
of her. Kira took the "dick" in hand and sucked it into his mouth.
Morgana moved back and forth a bit, then tried to pull out, thinking that
he would only get her wet enough for lubrication purposes, but Kira
wouldn't let her go. He let the plastic dick out of his mouth only long
enough to say, "I want to suck my girlfriend's dick until she cums in my
mouth."
Morgana started plunging in and out of Kira's mouth, saying, "Oh, god,
better than I could ever hope." She continued to fuck Kira's face, with
the womanly man sucking and rubbing the dildo most sensuously against her
clit until Morgana screamed and came.
After she came, Kira let the dildo out of his mouth. "I hope you're not
going to go soft on me. I'd hate to think that you were going to leave
this girl hanging."
Morgana reached down and stroked Kira's breast. "Baby, I'm never gonna get
soft around you. You're just too hot."
Kira winked at her. "Prove it."
"Move that cute ass of yours over to the edge of the bed and I will."
Kira slid his ass over to the edge of the bed, hanging his legs off the
edge of the bed. Morgana got between them and said, "Lift your legs to
your chest." Kira lifted his legs up and pulled them down to his breast.
Morgana put the tip of her dildo into his ass and asked, "Ready?"
"More ready than you'll ever know. Do it."
Morgana grabbed Kira's hips and jammed the dildo into his ass. Kira gasped
in pleasure/pain. The dildo was larger than the transsexual's equipment
had been, so he definitely felt it, but he loved it from the first stroke.
The pain of being opened wider than he had ever been before soon gave way
to a needy throbbing. He wanted more. And more and more. And he begged
his new girlfriend for it, to which she happily obliged him, ramming as
deep and as hard as she could on every stroke. It was only seconds later
before Kira came, spraying cum on his new pretty clothes.
Surprisingly, even after two cums, he had lost none of his hardness, and
begged for more, but this time Morgana pulled out. Kira whimpered a
little, but she said, "I'm not going to leave you hanging, but it's my turn
to receive. Drop your legs."
Kira obeyed her and she took his dick in hand and straddled his hips. The
dildo still blocked her cunt, but her asshole was open and she put him in
there and sat down on him. Kira reached up and stroked her as she bounced
up and down, lovingly rubbing as much as he could of her until they came
together. They snuggled up together and fell asleep, almost too tired to
kiss.
It was a couple hours later that Morgana woke up, feeling the emptiness of
the bed beside her. She sat up and saw Kira sitting on the edge of the
windowsill, staring out the window to the world beyond. It was starting to
get dark outside, but even in the waning light of dusk, she could tell from
the tear streaks on his face that he had been crying.
She got up and fearfully said, "Ken, are you okay? If you regretted
anything we did tonight, I'd never forgive myself."
"No, that's not it. I loved what we did. I want every night to be like
tonight."
"Then... why the tears?"
"Because it's got to end. Tomorrow, even if only for work, I'm going to
have to go back to being Ken. And I don't want to be Ken anymore. I want
to be Kira full-time. I want real breasts. I want to really be Kira."
"Ken,... Kira, do you want to go all the way? Get a cunt like a woman?"
"No. I want to really be like I was pretending to be tonight. Female
everywhere except down there. But it's nothing more than a dream."
"It doesn't have to be. I check these things, Kira. The bank has a
protection policy for transgendered people. As long as you look
presentable for your job, they won't fire you. And to be honest, you look
good as a man, but fantastic as a woman."
"You sure?"
"Very."
"But... I don't think I could do this alone."
"So don't. Move in here with me. I'll teach you to be a woman in the day,
and a woman lover during the night."
"You'd do that for me?"
"And then some."
Kira leapt into Morgana's arms, happier than "she" had ever been in her life.
************
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