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This is my second submission to ASSM (the first was "Rest Room
Queen"). I hope to be submitting a few more. If stories about
transgendered folks aren't your thing, read no further. As
always, feedback is welcome.
And You Liked It (tg, oral)
By Julie Moody
It would be a night of serendipitous self-discovery, one that
would change your life forever.
*****************
You've had a rough week at work. And like many twentysomething,
good-looking, professional heterosexual males, you've decided to
burn off the stress of the past few days with a Friday night out
on the town. You've agreed to meet up with a couple of buddies
at a Manhattan club... one of those anything-goes places,
frequented by everyone from conservative Wall Street bigwigs to
avant-garde Greenwich Village artists, from successful
businesspeople to down-and-out crystal meth addicts who somehow
managed to finagle their way in. The plan for the evening, as
might be expected, is to seek out female companionship. And if
all goes well, you are expecting to ditch your buddies, head back
to your East Side apartment and spend the rest of the night in
intimate contact with the naked body of an attractive young
woman.
However, on this particular night, your partners in crime prove
to be well ahead of you, both in rate of intoxication and in luck
with the ladies. Before too long, they both have departed the
premises, each in the company of a woman of marginal
attractiveness. Being a more discriminating man, you silently
disdain their approach to the art of one-night courtship. You
prefer to minimize the alcohol intake, keep a clear mind, and set
out to strike gold. And if it takes you half the night to find
that absolute knockout, so be it. You want to savor the pursuit.
A few hours later, though, the search for gold has yielded little
in the way of results. You've circulated through the club
multiple times, and have spotted several ladies who appear to
meet your exacting standards. You have engaged each in brief
conversation, and found that every last one is either attached,
too drunk to even talk, just there for dancing, or and you hate
to acknowledge this just not interested. It is becoming
apparent to you that on this night, it just isn't meant to be.
It's true that your buddies have lower standards than you, but at
least they're getting laid.
Dejected, you sit yourself down on a stool next to the bar. The
loud, non-stop pounding music is giving you a headache. You
decide to resort to Plan B... give up the chase, and drink
yourself into oblivion. You order a shot of some concoction that
you had heard your buddies talking about, but have never tried
yourself. The bartender looks at you kind of funny, and mutters,
"I haven't mixed that one up in ages." Your personal humiliation
seemingly complete, you turn your gaze away from the bar with
abject resignation.
All of a sudden, the whole aura of the evening changes. Sitting
on the adjacent stool, eyeing you intently, is a tall, shapely
vision of loveliness. She has long, wavy auburn-red hair, soft
brown eyes, fair skin, and is wearing a sleeveless leopard-skin
top that barely contains an ample pair of breasts. Taut nipples
are well in evidence beneath the fabric. A black miniskirt
completes her attire, which reveals another outstanding asset of
hers... long, smooth, creamy-colored legs.
Just then, the bartender returns with your drink. "Cheers," he
utters with an air of sarcasm. "Asshole," you fire back, under
your breath, but perhaps loud enough to be audible.
But before you can pick up the shot glass containing the horrid
mixture, the young lady in the leopard-skin top grabs the glass
and downs the contents in one quick gulp. She looks in your
direction and lets out a soft giggle, like a ten-year old who'd
just eaten a worm on a dare. The bartender, taking in the scene,
laughs. "There's your dream girl," he comments.
You look at her with a mixture of curiosity, intrigue and desire.
"I'm Mindy," she declares, in a husky but feminine voice. She
abruptly seizes your hand. "Let's dance."
*******************************
And can she ever dance. You spend the next hour and a half out on
the floor... all the while gazing at her while she moves her body
with exquisite, sensual grace, shaking everything on her body
that is shakeable. It is all you could do to keep from reaching
out and grabbing those firm, round, perfectly shaped tits. There
is little in the way of conversation at this point, but the way
she looks at you with devour-me eyes makes you feel certain about
which way this is headed.
Finally, you ask her if she'd like to come back to your place. To
your utter delight, she accepts with a nod and a sly smile. There
is a strange quietness about her, but she has the rare ability to
communicate almost as well through body language and aura as she
can verbally.
Outside of the club, you flag down a cab. Mindy snuggles up next
to you in the back seat, and deeper conversation finally ensues.
She is originally from a rural area of the Midwest, she tells
you; but the way of life in the Big Apple has always appealed to
her because of its tolerance for unconventional lifestyles. That
comment sounds a little strange to you, but you quickly dismiss
it, attributing it to her somewhat bohemian nature. You feel such
a profound closeness to her at this point, that you lean over and
plant a quick kiss on her lips. The spontaneity of that act
causes Mindy's eyes to fly wide open with surprise, and after a
quick glance toward the front to make sure that the cab driver is
oblivious to what's going on, you seize the moment and kiss her
again with more intent. Soon your tongues are playing tag, and
Mindy's hand wanders over into your crotch area, where she feels
for herself the degree of your arousal. There is no longer any
doubt as to what will transpire as soon as the two of you get
inside your apartment. You congratulate yourself for waiting it
out back at the club; you struck gold, after all.
As the cab approaches your destination, you decide to ask Mindy
to elaborate on her earlier statement about "tolerance for
unconventional lifestyles". She looks at you quizzically. "I
thought you figured it out?"
She takes your hand in hers and thrusts it up under her skirt in
a rather brazen means of demonstration. You immediately recoil in
horror. Underneath that black miniskirt, barely kept confined by
a pair of panties, is a penis...a PENIS! And even the briefest
of touches informs you that it's an erect cock with a high degree
of functionality.
Suddenly, you're awash with realization and disgust. You'd spent
an hour and a half back in the club dancing with a man. And just
a few short moments ago, you'd been making out with the same guy
in the back seat of a taxi. You feel duped, taken advantage of,
and wonder if the cab driver, the bartender or anyone else you'd
encountered over the past few hours had an inkling as to what was
going on. And you mentally berate yourself for not catching on...
the husky voice, the tall stature, the too-perfect breasts... all
the signs were there.
Mindy senses the rage building within you, and takes steps to
deflect it. "I thought you knew," she repeats. "I didn't mean to
fool you."
Too angry to speak, you just shake your head. You want to stop
the cab, and tell her to get out and find her own way home. But
slowly, your thoughts become rational. Somewhere, you muster up
the necessary compassion to avoid an ugly scene, and you decide
that you believe Mindy's story about not trying to deceive you.
"It's very late, and none of the neighbors are up," you tell
her, haltingly. "Why don't you come inside for a quick cup of
coffee. But after that..."
"I'll take you up on that offer," Mindy interrupts. "And if you
feel uncomfortable, at any time, just let me know and I'll leave.
I can find another cab. And I'm not expecting anything more than
a cup of coffee."
As the cab pulls up in front of your apartment building, you
reply, "Fair enough," and hand the driver the fare. You still
can't comprehend how you've managed not to show a violent display
of anger at what had just happened. You silently tell yourself,
"This situation must be awkward for her, too," before realizing
that you're still inclined to use the feminine pronoun when
referring to Mindy.
******************
"So why don't you just get an operation?" you ask Mindy across
the kitchen table, while you both sip freshly made, hot coffee.
You'd fired up the coffeepot, and she'd quickly made herself at
home.
"Why should I? So I can justify my femininity in your eyes?" she
says with a giggle, but there is a slight edge to her voice.
"Sorry about that," you reply. "I was just curious." You're
enjoying Mindy's company a lot more than you're willing to admit.
And you find it very easy to accept her as being female... in
most ways. There is none of that exaggerated drag-queen
femininity about her... she is simple and real.
"I haven't gotten an operation," Mindy offers, "because I've
learned to like myself just the way I am."
"A woman in a man's body?"
"Exactly," comes her reply. Silently, you congratulate yourself
for not sticking your foot in your mouth again.
"Actually," Mindy continues, "I'm not being totally honest,
because I've had enhancement surgery of a different kind." She
cups one breast with her hand.
"I was wondering about that," you reply. "I didn't know if you
had surgery, or hormones..."
Mindy interrupts, "Hormones don't make 'em grow this big. I've
been taking hormones for four years, but I needed implants too."
She catches you staring, and flashes a knowing smile. "You like
them, don't you."
Against your own better judgment, you reply, "Yes."
"Would you like to see them?" she continues. You are amazed to
find yourself nodding your head.
Without further ado, she removes the leopard skin top. There is
no bra underneath, but you knew that already. You see before you,
across the table, the most perfectly formed, feminine breasts
you've ever seen.
"Unbelievable," you mutter. Then, a voice that seems to emerge
from outside of your body says, "Can I touch them?"
Without a word, she gets up from her chair and comes around to
your side of the table. She squeezes herself between the chair in
which you are sitting and the table, supporting herself by
leaning her ass against the table. "Touch 'em all you want,
honey."
You begin to stroke her nipple softly, then cup one breast with
your hand and begin to massage it softly. Her surgeon had done
an exquisite job... they are soft yet firm, perfect in every way.
"Mmmmm," she purrs. "I thought you just wanted to touch them.
This is more like foreplay."
Your cock begins to grow and expand. Rationalizing all this in
your mind, you tell yourself, "This is a female body part I'm
playing with. She is playing the role of the woman, and I the
man. There is nothing queer about any of this." And you lean
forward, and kiss her nipple softly, and then you take it into
your mouth. Mindy sighs contentedly.
Meanwhile, in the deepest corner of your mind, you wonder about
that surprise under her skirt. You are curious, not to mention
disconcerted, as to how you became aroused in spite of that
"anomaly". And you consider to what degree your arousal is
because of, rather than in spite of, that anomaly.
You block all that from your mind, and focus on the task at hand.
You suckle her tits for a good ten minutes, as she runs her soft
fingers with perfectly manicured, red-painted nails through your
hair. You start to kiss the soft area of her torso immediately
under her tits. You marvel at the softness and scent of her
skin... Mindy obviously believes in taking care of her skin and
had made good use of scented lotion. Her skin is so soft and
hairless... so feminine, that it blows your mind. How could a
gorgeous creature such as this not be totally female? You
continue navigating downward and upon reaching her navel,
suddenly realize that things have to stop here. You look up at
her, as she leans against the table in a semi-standing position,
returning your glance with a look of intense longing. Her
girlish vulnerability touches you, from the top of your head to
the tip of your rock-hard penis.
Or does it have to stop there?
You act strictly on impulse, without a conscious thought. You
hook both her skirt and panties with your left and right index
fingers, and in one quick motion, hike them down to her ankles.
She emits an astonished "Wheeee!" and her now fully-exposed cock
springs forth, wobbling up and down from the sudden movement. It
is a good seven inches long, fully erect, and is already showing
evidence of precum.
Suddenly, you hesitate. What are you doing? You're no fag. But
why does this seem so...so...right?
Instinctively, you lean forward, and your lips brush against the
head of her cock. You recoil momentarily... but it's a done deal
at this point. A threshold has been crossed, and return is not
possible. You look up at Mindy one more time. This is now a
different Mindy... she has a deathly serious look on her face.
She says, "Go ahead," in a low growl of a voice that, to you,
sounds 100% masculine.
You open your mouth, and immediately take his cock into it, as
far as it will go. The head hits the back of your throat with
your lips positioned about one inch from the base, and your nose
just brushing against his pubic hair. Grabbing the base of his
dick between your thumb and index finger, you glide his pole in
and out of your mouth. You pull your mouth away and give the head
of his cock a quick lick. You want to take the whole thing in
your mouth, and you have an idea.
You spring up out of the chair and kiss him full on the mouth.
You take him by the hand and lead him into the bedroom, shedding
your own clothes as you go. You lie down on your back on the
bed, with your head hanging over the side, and motion for him to
put his dick in your mouth while standing over you. This is a
position you'd tried often with your female playmates, but in
reverse. Its primary benefit, of course, is better access to the
throat.
He begins thrusting in and out of your mouth like there is no
tomorrow; with the head of his cock reaching deep into your
throat, you're now able to take all of it, down to the hilt. His
balls bounce up against your nose with each instroke. You realize
just how much things have changed. The thoughts of being with a
woman are no longer present. Instead, in your mind, you're being
deeply, forcefully face-fucked by a virile, well-endowed man in a
heightened state of sexual ardor. You recall the "woman in a
man's body" comment you'd made earlier. On the dance floor, in
the taxi and in the kitchen, you'd been interacting with the
woman. Now, in the bedroom, you're interacting with the man's
body.
All of a sudden, your newfound lover's hips, legs, and entire
body begin to tremble, and your mouth is filled with lush,
teeming manjuice. Startled, you swallow instinctively, but a good
amount makes its way out onto your chin and cheeks. A second and
third eruption induces you to swallow each time. You are amazed
at the sheer volume of semen that accompanies each ejaculation.
His cock finally spent and going limp, he retreats to the
bathroom. You continue to just lay there, his juices still on
your face and in your mouth, a tempest of thoughts and emotions
going through your mind.
*******************
Mindy comes bounding out of the bathroom, holding a box of
tissues. "He" had become "she" once again, and she giggles and
gives you a peck on the lips. "You're a mess, sweetie," she says
as she wipes off your face. "What are you thinking now?"
"Turnabout is fair play," you tell her.
Without further encouragement, she leaps up onto the bed, gets
down on all fours, her butt pointing up in the air. She'd applied
a generous helping of lube while in the bathroom, and you fuck
her up the ass until you fill her with your juices, as thoroughly
as you'd been filled before.
********************
Later, after you'd called a cab for her and she'd left, you lie
in bed thinking about all that had transpired on that fateful
night. Mindy had left you with a kiss and a piece of paper with
her phone number, and you know you'll be calling her back. "I can
be both your girlfriend...and your boyfriend," she had told you.
You aren't sure what lifestyle changes are in store for you. You
know that Mindy has brought about an immense change in your
thought process, in the course of a few short hours. Everything
that had happened that evening, all your actions and words, had
been of your own free will. You hadn't been forced into anything.
Oh, sure, Mindy had been flirtatious and seductive and all that.
But you had chosen to respond to her in the way that you had. And
you still can't get her off your mind. Finally, there is an
inescapable reality, terrifying yet exciting, which really has
nothing at all to do with Mindy.
You sucked cock. And you liked it.
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