“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! F..u..u..c..k!” I cried to myself as my large, white, hot load shot from my cock between my fake “C” breast forms and landed on my parted red painted lips and tongue. The second load laid a stripe down from my neck between my tits and stopped at my belly button. The third, filled and pooled the aforementioned belly button.
My name is Germane. And yes, I love to cross dress. Other than that I am a typical male. A slim, non-descript five foot five and a half. I did have a girlfriend, Lori with whom I have had sex with a number of times. She was unaware of my pertinacity to wear feminine attire. I feared she just wouldn’t understand.
In as unremarkably shaped that I am, how I got Lori was a mystery to me. She was way out of my league. Strongly beautiful with a shapely body and D sized breasts. I timidly asked her out on a date and was surprised when she said “Yes.”
From the beginning, Lori took control of the date. She selected where we would go; when we would go; what we would do and how I should dress (business casual; proper slacks, shirt and sports jacket).
The restaurant she selected was a cozy, candle light place with romantic booths along the back, outer wall. Lori sat next to me on my right. The conversation went well with me doing most of the listening. Many drinks later, she dropped her hand onto my leg and rubbed the inside of my thigh going higher and higher with each stroke. When her hand bumped against the head of my cock, I felt her hand take hold. I am about seven inches soft. She started to stroke me and I could not help but grow my erection. At full mast, it is almost ten, thick, hard inches.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I barely managed to pay the bill, as Lori dragged me out through the restaurant with an obviously huge tent sticking out from my pants. Lori basically raped me on the way to her place, in the taxi and in her bed.
As I first mentioned, I love to dress up. That afternoon, I decided to transform myself since Lori was away on a girl’s weekend. I made sure to prep myself: shower, shit and shave. I opened my stash of women’s things: lingerie, make-up, wigs, etc. My wardrobe included a number of different tops, skirts and dresses. I started off by carefully gluing on my custom made, “C” boobies. I love the way the weight pulls down on my chest. I adjusted them inside my white demi-cup bra that allowed the pink, hard nipples to poke over. I learned that with my gift between my legs, I needed to control it somehow. I pulled up a small, white g- string that was barely big enough to cradle my balls. I found it stopped my cock from accidentally falling through the leg hole of my panties which by the way were lacy and cheeky.
I love wearing stockings. No pantyhose for me. I slipped on some coral coloured, RHT, seamed nylons up my legs and attached them to my garter straps. I know you’re supposed to put the straps under your underwear, but I love the idea than I can’t pull down my panties all the way down when I pee and stuff.
Before dressing, I applied my make-up. Not too tarty but enough to be more than conservative; mascara on long false eye lashes, eye shadow and liner, pink blush and coral lippy. I selected my raven black wig. The wavy hair which came down to below my shoulders was pushed aside as I clipped on some dangly earrings.
Even though I wasn’t planning to leave my apartment, I finished dressing. I selected my white silk blouse. If I left the top four buttons undone, my bra was clearly visible along with my deep cleavage. The skirt was a slutty, short mini that left the tops of my stockings and clips showing; it was more of a belt than a skirt. I selected a pair of red pumps. The heels were about four inches. I had gotten use to walking in spiked stilettos and got rid of all those ugly block heels a while ago.
Before my last accoutrement, I stood in front of my full length mirror to make sure everything was perfect. It was. I looked around in my box of stuff. “Here it is!”
I delicately picked up the pink coloured “Lush” vibrator. It was fully charged yalova escort for whenever I need it. With my ass towards the mirror, I lifted the back of my skirt to expose my panties and pull them down. Of course they only went down partially due to my stocking clips. I applied a bit of lube. I didn’t need much anymore; just enough to let it start to slip in. I bent over and looked in the mirror as I pushed the Lush inside my ass. It slowly spread open my hole then popped right in. It was programmed to my music list on my phone.
I pulled my panties back in place and smoothed out the back of my skirt. If I bend over enough, the backs my bare thighs would show along with the antenna from the Lush.
Actually I’m more of an ass-leg guy, but these boobs are amazing. I cupped handfuls of them and still could not cover all of them. They felt so real in my palms. I just wished that feeling on my chest was more real when I squeezed them or pinched the nipples.
The play list I selected was pretty long; at least a couple of hours. The songs were not too ruckus or hard. A nice list of easy going, soft jazz for now. I had all weekend. As I moved around the apartment, there was a gentle buzz in my bowels with a slightly more intense vibe depending on the song or the part in the music. It made for some surprising pulsations.
The following list was a little more energetic and would more often than not, make my knees buckle. Even though the Lush was in my ass, I felt it in my cock which by now as leaking crazy. I reached beneath my hem and rubbed the pre-cum over my knob through the lacy panties. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I hiked my skirt up to my waist and pulled my boner out the top of my knickers so I could stroke it.
The heighted vibrations made it difficult to walk to my bed. Despite my wobbly knees, I successfully was able to sit on the bed edge. I undid my blouse and tossed it to the floor as well as my mini-skirt. I laid back with a few of my favourite toys. I picked up a 10-inch thick cock and lubed it a bit. I stuck it under by bra and between my breasts to tit fuck me. When the tip struck my chin, I opened my mouth and sucked on it. I used my free hand to stroke my own 10-incher.
The play list was now hard rock and heavy metal. The buzzing in my ass was pretty much max. My entire body jolted around with every electrifying shock. I threw the fake cock on the floor so I could finger my asshole and stroke my cock at the same time. I was a matter of seconds.
“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! F..u..u..c..k!”
I could believe the amount of cum I shot out. I’m sure a picture would show me covered in my own white goo. However, the playlist had not finished and my ass was still being shock waved. I could feel myself hopelessly thrashing about uncontrollably until I fell unconscious.
When I awoke, I was a sticky mess. The clock radio said: 9:42P. I had been out for almost four hours. By then the battery in the Lush was out of power. Somehow I managed to sit up. I reached behind to undo my bra and let it fall onto my lap. But something was wrong as I tried to peel off the adhering pair of boobs. I couldn’t.
Normally it was quite easy to do with my no bra on. I looked down more carefully at them. I tried to find the seam to start at but there was none. The heavy breasts pulled down on my shoulders. I used my left palm to cup and support my left boob so I could remove it. It felt warm and real; not in my hand but on my chest. Cautiously, I pinched the nipple and felt a jolt in my reawaking cock. I lifted the right one. Same sensation.
“What the…?” I tried to comprehend what was happening. Maybe I was still asleep and was dreaming. If it was a dream. “Might as well enjoy it while I can.”
I cupped and palmed and molested my breasts. My stiff boner was back at full mast. I laid back and continued my self-assault; precum dripped from my pee hole and onto my belly. Although the power was no more, I could feel the Lush in my ass with each squeeze of my bum.
My left nipple seemed edirne escort more sensitive than my right. When I pinched it hard… “Jesus fucking Christ!” Ropes and ropes of hot cream spewed, splashing my face and new tits.
Either the dream ended or I fell asleep again. It was morning when I found myself lying in bed still dressed in my panties and stockings along with only one red shoe on. The cum had long dried and became crusty. I looked down between my breasts to see my wilted dick stuck to my belly. “My breasts!”
I bolted up in bed. Again I looked for a seam to try and peel my falsies off. There was none. My breasts weren’t fake and attached by glue, they were real!
I just sat there in bed trying to comprehend… I’m not really sure what. “I’m a guy with huge breasts?” It took a while before I built up enough courage to get up and look in the mirror. I tried to remove my wig but it too seemed to be real or at least attached. I looked at myself and saw this incredibly sexy looking women staring back. Her boobs were full, plump and firm. Her tummy was flat. Her body was amazingly smooth and curvy! And her legs! (I quickly found my lost shoe and slipped it on.) Her butt was tight; her legs were perfectly shapely and proportioned.
I watched her caress herself with her slender hands. She cupped her breasts; felt every area of naked skin. She pinched her nipples; I felt a twinge in my groin. Her hand drifted down her silky smooth belly to her crotch. She reached inside her panties and took hold of her solid uncut erection. With a few firm strokes, I watched her ejaculate gobs of white cum on to the mirror.
My knees buckled slightly. I fell back onto the edge of my bed; trying to regain my breath after cumming so hard.
I spent most of the day exploring myself. I was a woman in everything but cock. I still had my most impressive manhood sticking out from between my legs.
I finally had a shower at four o’clock in the afternoon. Firstly, it was different showering as a woman. I nearly used a quarter of my shampoo to wash my thick hair. Soaping up my feminine body made me feel slippery and sexy. I watched another load of sperm go down the drain. Secondly, drying my hair needed a dedicated towel while drying my soft and supple skin with rough towels felt like using sandpaper.
Naked, I walked out of the bathroom while still trying to dry my hair. I took two steps into the hallway and stopped dead in my tracks. I watched Lori’s face turn from a smiling happy face to one of “Who the fuck are you?”
It took a bit of convincing as I explained the unexplainable. Even then, I could see Lori had doubts. Once she accepted me, she seemed at first to enjoy having sex with me but ultimately it didn’t work. She left me in tears.
During that time, I continued my schooling and worked towards Law Clerk certification. It was even more difficult to convince my instructors that I was really me. To make things easier, I told them I was a transvestite rather than a transsexual (which I really hated to do). I guess I was pretty fortunate that none of the Profs harassed me about it; neither physically, verbally nor sexually.
Of course my wardrobe had to change. I could still wear some of Germane’s male things but my love for women’s wear… Well, new bras, panties, garters with stocking, blouses, skirts and dresses. I no longer had to hide my make-up kit and different shades of lipstick, blushes and nail polish cluttered my dresser. And shoes! I bought so many; pumps of all sorts, sling backs, slippers, you name it. All with high stiletto heels.
Job. I needed a job. Money was okay while I attended school. I had enough to barely survive comfortably but wouldn’t be able to retire without any earnings. The school had a recruiting department that helped me get a number of interviews. Having top marks made me a little bit of a commodity.
By this time I had already changed my name from Germane to Gerina. I loved than name ever since I watched the LPGA and saw my namesake play.
“Gerina. erzurum escort I got you an interview for Thursday.” Cheryl my recruiter told me. She was a blond British Buxom beauty. I got a boner every time I spoke with her. Today was no different. “It is with a good law firm. Not a great salary or starting position but huge potential.”
“That’s great! Anything to start right now. I guess it’s difficult to find jobs with very little experience.” I was happy especially after I was eliminated from other job contention.
“Gerina. I know gender discrimination is against the law but they seem to always ask why the name on your graduation certificate says ‘Germane’ while your C.V. say ‘Gerina’.” Cheryl started. “They make other excuses for not considering you of course but…”
“Yes, they asked me about it too. It is unfortunate that there are those who still discriminate.” I concurred. “But I can’t change who I am.”
Thursday came quickly. Interview was for just after lunch with the interviewer. By that time, I had done my research on the firm so I was ready. I dressed up in a conservative but smart blue jacket and skirt suit with a crisp white linen shirt beneath. I made sure to button it up and hide my white lace bra beneath. My skirt was long to my knees and hid my stocking tops and garter clips. However, you could see the reinforced toes of my stockings through my peep toed pumps.
I entered the office building and pushed the button to their floor. I pushed through the glass door into their reception area and was greeted by the striking looking woman behind the desk. Her name plate said “Pricilla”.
“Good afternoon. Welcome to Bobson, Bobson and Sons. How can I help you?” she asked.
“I’m here for an interview with Mr. William Bobson.” Was all I managed to get out of my soft pastel painted lips as I didn’t get a chance to identify myself.
“Yes, Mr. Bobson is expecting you. Please have a seat. I’ll let him know you are here.” Pricilla picked up the phone and pushed some numbers. “Yes, Mr. Bobson. Your interview has arrived a little early and waiting in the lobby.”
Mr. William Bobson. The second Bobson of Bobson, Bobson and Sons. CFO and administrator of the firm. Cousin of Mr. Peter Bobson. The first Bobson of Bobson, Bobson and Sons. President, CEO and Chairman of the firm.
“Hello. I’m William Bobson.” The good looking gentleman offered his hand to me.
“Hello!” I returned a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you!”
The interview was going well. The topic of C.V. vs. certificate name did not come up, yet. I felt we seemed to be getting along well. He liked the fact I did very well in school. And it was then when he looked at my certificate, then at my C.V. then back at the certificate that he had a questioning look.
Mr. Bobson drew in a deep breath; his lips parted to speak. The door to his office opened and in barge someone. I recognized him as Mr. Peter Bobson. He saw me turn towards him. Our eyes connected. I was immediately attracted to him. “Will. Sorry for interrupting. That girl is useless. More than useless.”
“Uh, Peter. I’m interviewing for that clerk position…” William nodded his head towards me.
“Sorry. Peter Bobson.” He offered me his hand which I took. He grabbed my papers off of William’s desk and gave it a quick scan before he looked at me. “Please follow me.”
Without waiting for me, he started to leave. I looked at William Bobson. He nodded his head to say “Go!”
In Mr. Peter Bobson’s office, I sat in front of his huge wooden desk. His office was beautiful; a great combination of old and new, warm yet professional.
We talked. Not so much about anything, just talked. Until. “I noticed the name on your resume say ‘Gerina’ but “Germane’ on your graduation certificate.”
“Oh boy! Here it comes!” I thought to myself. I explained. “I am actually Transgender and changed my name recently. I didn’t get a chance yet to change the name any of my documents or I.D.”
I waited for the ball to drop.
“No problem.” Mr. Bobson smiled. “We are a very progressive firm here. In fact, as you heard in William’s office, the Executive Assistant I had was really unable to cope. I think you’ll do fine. The job is yours if you want it.”
I stared back in disbelief at Mr. Bobson.
“Gerina, are you okay? You can close your mouth now.” He chuckled. “You can start Monday.”