0 comments/ 85752 views/ 0 favorites New Pair By: C For several months now I had acquiesced in my lover's plan, and I noticed that my breasts and hips had developed as she said they would. I was at work in my father's investment firm when.... "Tam' dear," my entirely sympathetic secretary whispered into my ear, "the Boss wants to see you. He doesn't seem angry." Arlene had started using my "secret" name when I had confided in her about two weeks before. She had kept my secret, I was certain, but the noticeable changes in my body had begun to be widely noticed in the office anyhow. Someone had been speculating, of course, and spread rumors. My father, still wealthy from his investments, was divorced from my mother,. That's what he owned now, an investment house. Mother had the "old homestead" and a comfortable income. "Thanks, Arlene. You're a real love." Arlene winked and stroked my bobbed hair for a moment. I had the feeling that she rather wanted to come on stronger to me, now that the curves and bulges of my slowly developing female form were more evident. I had taken feminizing pills for the last three months, and my breasts were becoming very definite under the loose shirts and the blouses I now wore to the office. I was noticing that my trousers were getting pretty damn tight over the hips and around my butt, too. The main thing that worried me, though, was that my thighs were so thick! Wendy, darling Wendy, said we could cure that in a little while. I went in to see the Boss, who was also my stern father, first knocking then entering his sanctum as all employees were instructed to do. "You wished to see me, father?" I asked as innocently as possible, for I noticed that he was staring at my unfortunately forward thrust breasts, as I shut the door. "Uhm-hrm! Yes. It has come to my attention...." That was his usual beginning with any employee "on the carpet," but he stopped and just looked me up and down for a minute or two, while I slowly died within. "Tim, you've been a good son, you know. I had high hopes for you." "Yes, sir?" I tried to sound interested and abashed, but I found myself instead wondering what his cock would look like. He wasn't all that old, just forty-eight to my twenty-six. By God! I could see the front of his trousers, for he had shoved his big chair back and was actually leaning into it with his hands steepled in front of his mouth. He had an erection! "Yes, father?" I prompted, bringing him out of his reverie. "Ah, yes. Well. I understand that you and Wendy are getting divorced?" "Yes, sir." "And where do you intend to live?" No asking "Why?" "I...will probably continue to live with Wendy, father." "After the divorce? How could...is Wendy a lesbian?" "No, father, I will be her servant. I have decided that I...I want to be, father, and I am becoming...a girl...a woman, father." "I rather gathered that from all I've been hearing from Mr. Fortescue and Mrs. Larman...and from what I am seeing and reacting to here. You are a damn' good looking female. What name have you taken, Tim?" "Close, dad. Tammy is my name." "Tammy...that suits you. I've locked the door, Tammy." He could do that electronically from his desk. "Will you show me your body?" "What...do you think I am...a slut, dad?" "No. But if you and Wendy have been playing dominance games, you probably are a slut by now...for her, not for me. No, Tammy...I just want to see how far you've gotten." "Well, daddy, I've still got the remains of a penis..." I was disrobing as I talked, and I had reached as far as taking off my too tight trousers. My panties were blue nylon, and although I liked the feel they were hell in the winter for sticking and causing small shocks. "H-m. Nice, very nice body, Tammy." Oh, God! Was he going to come onto me after all? I didn't want my...my what, really? Was he still my father? No, now he was just..."daddy," despite his relative youth. "Oh, hell, daddy, don't you come on to me." "Has anyone in the office 'come on to you,' as you so quaintly put it?" "No sir, not yet, 'cept there's been plenty of 'kidding,' getting kinda rough lately." "Yes. I heard some of it, and at first, Tammy, I had no idea...look, what I called you in here for was...oh, shoot, Tammy, I know I have an erection... you don't have to look at me like that...but you know, even with that little tassel hanging there between your legs, you are one helluva sexy looking girl. "Well...back to business. What I really called you in for...go ahead, get dressed..." I began to, right quickly, "...was to let you know that I've set up a trust fund for you, as Tammy Martin. The fund will allow your medical payments for the complete sex change, and probably provide you with a living afterwards, so you don't have to depend on Wendy and whoever her new boyfriend may be. How's that sound?" Oh, Jesus. How could daddy be so wonderful to his former son? "Oh, daddy...how can you be so...so...loving and understanding?" "I've been doing some reading, hon', and I guess I'd better call you 'honey" and "Tam-tam," or something like that from now on, hadn't I? Anyway..." I interrupted. "That's cute, daddy. 'Tam-tam.' I love it!" And I kissed my old man. It was sure as hell not a daughterly kiss, either. For several seconds I really wanted him to make love to me...and then he pushed me away. "Uh, uh, Tammy! We're still father and daughter, no incest, hon'!" "Daddy, I've about done everything else to you, why not?" "I'm just plain not into it, honey. Look, Tam-tam, you go on with your life...you realise I will not and cannot turn the company over to you, and I tell you now, confidentially, that I'm going to get out soon while there's still money and the getting's good. Now, go pack up what you want to take from your desk, if anything, and go ahead on leave. You have about twenty-seven days coming. Take 'em and get paid at your regular salary. Good luck, Tam-tam. Don't come back, understand? You lovely thing, I could forget myself. Go on, go now!" He grinned like a man trying not to weep, and I waved and sashayed out, not caring what Mr. Fortescue or Mrs Larman or anyone said or thought. I was free, and thanks to daddy, I could complete myself for Ron, but mostly for Wendy...and I wouldn't be dependent on Wendy as I had thought. When I had cleared my desk of what I wanted, I waved lightly and gaily (gay-ly?) to the gaping crowd and wiggled my way out the door. I needed high heels to do it right, but my platforms did for now. ******** "Well, Tammy, and how did your old man take it? Fire you and throw you out of the family?" Ron was acting petty, but he was usually pretty darn nice...I loved the taste and the smell of him after he and Wendy made love. I decided that I would not go into what daddy had done for me, so I just said, "Well, not exactly, but he told me never to come back..." which was what he said, right? "That's what Wendy and I told you to expect, wasn't it?" There was a certain satisfaction in his voice. He tended to lord it over me while I had been subservient to Wendy, before. "Ron, he continued my salary for my final work leave...twenty-seven days I've got coming, and he did give them to me." "Sorta sweet and sour, eh? Well, not to worry, lover, Wendy and I'll take good care of our maid-of-all-work, won't we, Wen'?" Wendy had just walked into the room and apparently had heard the last of our conversation. "Yup. But don't forget this, Ronny boy, Tammy is my maid, not ours, O K?" "Yes, Wendy." My God! Was Ron a submissive like me? Was Wendy going to turn him, too? I felt a spurt of jealousy and looked at Wendy with a silent appeal. She winked at me and shook her head just a tiny bit, so that I understood her to mean, "No." I remembered, all of a sudden, that she had been the one, every time, who had told me to lick her and to suck Ron, too. Never Ron. Uhm?" "Tammy...," she turned to me, waving Ron out the door as though he was now beneath her notice, "...your trousers are way too tight, love, take 'em off and get your proper pants on, dear." Wendy had begin to talk to me in that less domineering way ever since she and Ron had begun living together and I had played at being their "servant" when I wasn't at work. It was a hot day when I'd gone into his office to see my daddy, so after I showered, I changed into a filmy bra, white thong and a pair of shorts. Over my head I pulled a tee-shirt. I had not realised what I'd done until I walked back to where Wendy was lazily flicking the pages of a magazine. She looked up and started laughing. "What...where in the world...uh, huh, huh, huh...did you...ha, ha...get that shirt, Tammy dear?" "What's wrong with the shirt, Wendy?" Since Ron had moved in I called Wendy by her name, not "mistress" any more. "Did you read what it says?" "No," I said, looking down. I could not make out the lettering upside down, my breasts were in the way, distorting the fabric to my eyes. "'I love...my...oh, shit, I can't stop laughing long enough to tell you. Take it off and read it!" I did and was just as hysterically amused as Wendy when I read the words and looked at the picture of the big, fuzzy cat with the words above it: "I love my pussy." I fell down beside Wendy and we lay there on the couch and laughed for minutes. Ron must have gone out in a huff when Wendy waved him away. He was getting a bit stuffy these days. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my right breast. It felt so damn' good I didn't react for several seconds. What the hell? I thought for an instant. Then I turned slowly to look right into Wendy's eyes, very close to my face. Her hand slipped from my breast to my tummy, and that felt extra good. "Oh, God! Wendy. I want you," I found myself saying as I moved in to kiss her. My tongue opened her lips, and she and I licked at each other's tongues for a few seconds until she moaned, "Dear, rub me, rub me, stick a finger into me, lover." I slid my hand down to her crotch as she somehow managed to massage my mound...my left leg was up over her right hip, my knee wide as she stroked me, and I felt her wetness through her shorts. "We've gotta go to the bedroom, Wen'," I managed to gasp out as her fingers pushed my shorts and panties right into me. I had to raise myself off the couch to get her fingers unstuck from the fabric. "Uh, c'mon, come on." she murmured, as we rose, holding onto each other as though we were holding on to the last thing that could possibly hold us upright in our world. "Jeez Louise, I love you, Tammy!" I could not have been more shocked if Wendy had said she wanted me as a man again. I felt every sensation a woman in heat should, no rising penis of course, nothing of that sort, but my belly was hot and I felt something leaking from me down below Wendy was trying to take my clothes off as we staggered and laughed our delirious way to the bedroom. I was trying to keep her excited, for I was afraid that she'd suddenly come down from this high and scold me, but that proved baseless. She was so busy trying to pull my tight shorts down over my ass and kiss me at the same time that she got all mixed up and couldn't do either right. I almost bit her tongue at one point, but I managed to practically spit it out to save her the hurt, and then she had me on the bed, groaning in frustration as she still couldn't get the shorts down past my butt. "Let me, Wendy, let me, lover, please," I managed to gasp out around her aggressive tongue. I pulled free of her reaching hands and wriggled my butt our of the shorts and my panties, which like hers were pretty well soaked. Mine were soaked in pre-cum, for I was not...and boy, did I regret it right then...a woman all the way yet. I resolved to find me a doctor who'd do the proper micro-surgery, and maybe a really good one who was a neurosurgeon as well so that I could retain some good feeling down there. Wendy was back all over me as soon as we were naked. She'd managed to get her clothing off as I got mine, as we rammed ourselves together nice and bare, our tits rubbing, our nipples hardening with every stroke, our bellies rubbing, and our fingers flying at each other's "pussies," of which I didn't have one, but the soft tissue which dangled there felt damn' good as she manipulated it. "Christ, Tammy, I don't need Ron when I have you, and I don't think we want him around any more, do we, love?" This was while she was trying her best to excavate me a real pussy. Of course, with the hormones and stuff she and I'd found for me, I had no balls that could be made sore...they were way up inside me, somewhere out of hands' way...and what she was doing to my limp noodle was just as titillating as if I had had a pussy. Naturally, she did have a really nice one, which at that moment was clamping on my three fingers. I was rubbing gently in and out, and once in a while the ball of my thumb would touch her clit. Wendy almost went berserk when I did that, and it was all I could do to hold her tightly as she pumped her pubes against me, crushing my poor fingers and almost spraining them, if she wasn't about to break 'em. She came in a great series of pushes and groans, moans, pumping against me as though she were a demented cowboy on a mad horse. I slipped down that gorgeous body and began lapping at her pussy. She moaned but held my head there as she had another climax. I loved the taste of her, and then and there decided that I didn't ever want any more Ron-juice in my mouth if I could help it. "Ah, ah ah. Oh., Tammy, we can make it, can't we, just us two?" "Sweetheart, it'll be a lot better when I have the final operation, I think I'd better have it as soon as we can find a good microsurgeon and a nerve man, don't you?" "Uh-huh! You're good now, but you'll be splendid then, lover. Ah, God, I did the right thing, didn't I, Tammy?" "For me...God, yes, Wendy. Once upon a time I thought I loved you, but like this it's very true and real, I really love you so much...better." "You darling. Yeah, let's go find us that good surgeon. How're you off for hormone and stuff, gorgeous?" "You're calling me gorgeous? Wendy, you have got to be out of your cotton-picking mind!" "Nope. You've gotten prettier and prettier as you've taken the hormones and the other stuff. You'll be a real knock-out...and you'll be mine, won't you, dear?...when you get a pussy." "I've got hormones, love! Boy, do I!" "And, Tammy, let your hair grow longer..." It was not too difficult a search...I must admit, I had to ask daddy for a little help with a medical agency, and the extra money he gave them sure did help...and I was all lined up for the big day within three weeks. The neurosurgeon, Doctor Panshin was nice, understanding and very, very blunt. "Tammy, what you're about to undergo is completely irreversible. At this point, despite your lovely breasts and curves and so forth, we could return you to being a man...if you wish. I will have to ask you to sign a statement that you are undertaking this entirely of your free will, understanding that there can be bad, as well as good, consequences." "Doctor, how bad can they be?" "We could make you look female in all regards, but you'd wind up not feeling a thing between your legs. Or, on the good side, with luck, excellent surgery and nerve-splicing, you'll not only look...well, you can't look more female than you now do, but you'll actually feel more female...I should say it's possible that you'll be rather an aggressive female, Tammy." "You mean I'd rape boys, doctor?" "Ha, ha! Yes, it could turn out that you'd be very acceptive of boys, Tammy!" "Well, I'll tell you the honest truth, doctor,. I'd a lot rather be a lesbian, the way I'm acting with my significant other now, than chase boys. I suppose with a vagina, though...?" "Yes, everything state of the art, perhaps a bit beyond...if we are successful, I must emphasize that, Tammy... you could be exactly a sterile woman, Tammy." "All right. I'll take my chances. Can I say sorta 'good-bye' to my gal?" "Yes, certainly. Is she here?" "Waiting downstairs, doctor." Wendy and I embraced tenderly, trying not to feel each other up in front of the doctor and the anesthesiologist and the nurse! We did our best, but Doctor Panshin did grin and I heard him say as I went under, "Tammy, you and Wen'y 'eally wan' 'is 'o 'ork, dough..." and that's all I heard. ********* I woke eventually, in pain, although I felt groggy and rather out of it. I could see a woman in white standing by the bed, and I asked, feebly and in a rather high pitched voice, higher than I remembered, "Can you do something for the pain, nurse?" "Well, yes...but I'm a doctor, a psychiatrist, to be exact, but I can prescribe some pain-killers for you...if you really need them? Do you?" I thought for a moment and I realised that the pain was because I was lying wrong, not something internal. I straightened myself in the bed, and as I raised my hips I got a strong sense of something "different," momentarily disorienting, but interesting. "Uh, doctor, might I ask why you're here? I'm not crazy or anything, am I?" "You do not act it, certainly. By the way, I'm Doctor Kneller...that's with a 'k"...and I'm associated with Doctor Panshin. He asks me to see his sex change patients when they are recovering. Tell me, though, what do you feel like? What are you? Who are you?" I thought about those questions for a good minute. I sure didn't want to be put in a loony bin after I'd gone all through this for myself...and Wendy. "My name is Tammy Martin, I am twenty-three years old, I am in good health. I'm recovering from a very serious operation, and actually, doctor, I feel pretty well...and although I'm not a good girl, I'm feeling good! 'Cause I can't get pregnant!" I grinned. I was really relieved when she smiled back. "That's the kind of attitude I like, Tammy. I can tell Doctor Panshin that you have made it through this ordeal with good humor and a pretty sound sense of self-being. Do you know how long you've been here? What kind of shape you're in?" "No. Where am I?" I quipped. "In Doctor Panshin's private nursing home. It's been three weeks since your change, and you have recovered quite nicely. You're a pretty girl, Tammy. I'll send Doctor Panshin in." "Um. How about my friend, Wendy? Is she...here?" "She certainly is. Let me get the doctor first and I'll see that he allows Mrs Martin in as soon as possible, O K?" Mrs. Martin? What the hell is Wendy pulling? Panshin came in with a big grin on his face. Behind him was another man with a stethoscope around his neck, a white coat and some name over his left chest. "This is Doctor Abramovitz, Tammy. Doctor, Miss Martin. Dr Abramovitz is also a neurosurgeon, and he and I worked together on your case, Tammy. I must say that we did a really good job of it, got lucky and worked opportunistically. If you think you will feel anything right away, you won't. We have had you on suppressants until now because I didn't want any of the stitches, which we removed this morning, to be broken loose if you should become too active." He grinned and the other doctor chuckled. "Yes," he said. "That's why we kept your sister away, Miss Martin. I should tell you that we did a little supplementation of your breasts, you're now a 36C. You may have to diet a little to keep your figure, Miss Martin," he grinned. Oh, so Wendy's my sister. I wonder who my brother is? "I can better understand your feelings, Miss Martin," said Dr Abramovitz, smiling, "since your brother died and left you two women together. You wanted, very naturally, to be complete." New Pair I stared at Doctor Panshin, and I'll be damned if he didn't wink at me. I didn't say anything, but I wondered. Stories, but who'd told what to whom? "May I see Wendy, now?" "Sure you can," she beamed from the doorway, a nurse behind her. "Oh, Wendy!" I cried, my eyes filling with tears. "Oh, Tammy!" she mocked me. Then she came to the bedside and gave me a sweet, lingering kiss, and patted my cheek. "Doctor says you can come home tomorrow, sweets. That O K by you?" "Yes," I breathed, and then it hit me. Now I could hear myself, and I talked like a woman. As the doctors turned and left Wendy and me alone with the door shut, I slid my hand down my tummy to my cleft...and I knew there'd be a cleft there, although right then I could not feel anything but the sensation of my hand on my mound! "Just wait, darling," said Wendy, grinning from ear to ear. "The doc' says you'll feel everything as soon as whatever that drug they gave you wears off by tomorrow. So I'll have a nice bed...and me...all ready for you when we get home." "Oh God! Wendy, you did me the biggest favor of my life when you took me in. And...and now..." I broke down, but I was deliriously happy. "What's the matter, darling?" Wendy was solicitous. "N...nothing, love, I'm just so glad to be all woman." "Yeah, hon', I think I did myself the biggest favor. We can really enjoy each other a great deal when you come home tomorrow." "Oh. How's dear Ronnie?" I gritted, kidding her. "Hon', he's gone. He learned about the operation and that was the last I saw of him. Bastard stole about three hundred bucks as he went, though, but it's good riddance. I've had the locks all changed, too." We chuckled over the picture in our minds of Ronnie decamping, hot money clutched in his hot hands. The next day I could feel myself below, and I tried out my muscles to see what I could do with my new pussy. At first, I didn't really know what muscle to move, or try to move, but by putting a finger inside myself for feedback, I learned damn' quickly what I wanted to do. The other matter that fascinated me was my voice. I thought it was lovely. I had once been a fairly good singer as a baritone, but now my voice reached high alto easily, and after a time spent clearing my throat and getting rid of a strange lump of emotion, I began to sing what songs I could remember. After about fifteen minutes of that a nurse came in and, although she grinned at me, said sternly, "Miss Martin, we must have quiet on this floor. This is the recuperative ward. There are a number of patients who would like singing if they weren't here, but we can't have that lovely voice of yours spoiled, now can we?" "O K. I was just expressing my joy, baby! Like to help?" I leered at her, and she broke out in a quiet laugh. "Don't you come on to me, Miss Martin, or I'll report to Doctor Panshin that what he told you before the operation could happen has been too much of a success." I laughed and waved at her, shooing her, but I did place a finger on my lips and nodded, as if to promise no more raucous singing, joyful or not. ***** Wendy was waiting for me as the nurse wheeled me out the door. "All squared away, thanks to some money I didn't know you had, love. I thought I'd be bailing you out, but...there was the bill, marked 'Paid," so I didn't argue. Now, how are you for walking?" "I'm fine, dear, this is just routine for a hospital. Let's...go, go, go!" I was really hot to trot, barely containing my impatience as Wendy drove us home. I should, I guess, explain a little more about the two of us and where we lived. Really, I had never thought of the place since Wendy had first come into my life, and of course when I became her slave I could not really care. Our house was what used to be called a "rambler," in other words a rancher; three bedroom, two full baths and a half bath off the kitchen back door; a two car garage, an attic and a half basement, for storage, all on a two-acre lot. The lot was fairly heavily wooded, so we had amazing privacy, just as well, I thought. As best I could recall, it was not the house we had lved in earlier. What we were supposed to store in either I'll be darned if I know, because we both kept a minimum of everything except clothing. The floors, except in the living-room, were carpeted in various shades of beige, matching or complementing the drapes...the living-room floor was hardwood, you could dance on it...and the kitchen, attractively tiled. Outside, cladding in a pale blue, I think. Until I looked at it and called it green and Wendy laughed immoderately, I hadn't known I was color blind. Now, as to us two: well, Wendy was beautiful, about 5'7", 35C, 24, 34, almost platinum hair, completely bald pubes, and a lively sense of humor, once we'd gotten over the master-slave bit. I always thought that Wendy was somehow uneasy being a dominatrix, but I never asked her after I changed. I was, as an entire woman, what the doctor said: 36C, 25, 35 and I was 5'5½" tall, pretty good looking, no great beauty but "serviceable,"with kinda corn-colored hair to start, but we lightened it as it grew out. I wound up with hair halfway down to my ass, which Wendy loved and which I thought should have been longer so it would be really what I considered taking care of it was; a pain in the...! Oh, well. The trials of a woman! At any rate, we got on really well. I loved being a woman, and kept thanks in my heart for Wendy, who had herself gone through a bit of hell with me, I vaguely remembered. Any time I tried to bring up my misdeeds in the past and try to apologize for them, she'd shut me up and we'd make long, slow love. I was way more in love with Wendy than I'd been when I married her, I believed. One day she said, "Let's try something new, love. O K?" "Sure, sweetheart. What?" "Nah, nah, a surprise for you, lover. I know you loved to suck on Ron...may he flake away bit by bit, the bastard...after we made love, but now you like just me better, eh?" "Oh, naturally, dear, why not?" "Well, I've found that I miss something, and you've never had it,. So-o..." "You're goin' to use a dildo, aren't you?" "Aw, hell! I figured you wouldn't guess...dumb, I suppose." "That's that ditzy shade of blonde you wear, see what it's doin' to ya? Come on, then, butchie, let's get me fucked. I'm sure in the mood now my 'period's' over." Oddly enough, ever since my operation I'd been having minor cramps every 28-29 days, and I felt as though I was leaking when I wasn't, not really, but Wendy just said, "Put on a pad if that makes you feel better," so I did, every month. Strange, isn't it, what our minds will do to us? My body wasn't quite coordinated with Wendy's, but only off by a day ot two, before or after. At any rate, I had felt hornier than a cat in heat when the "period" ended, so I was really ready to try whatever new wrinkle Wendy had in store for us. "Now, sweetie, let's go shower. You love that...don't we, Tam'?" she purred. Indeed we did. No matter how blasé we felt before a joint shower, we'd inevitably start kidding around and wind up getting each other all het up. Wendy was great for acting "cool," until I would "accidentally" rub one of her distended nipples and then she'd coo and grab me, or she'd be washing my back and "accidentally" slip her hand down to my mound and there'd be a finger tickling me before she knew it! This time was no exception. We'd gotten clean, plenty of soap and lather, and were rinsing off when she asked, "Want a shave, m'love?" and I'd answered, "Of course, where's a barber?" and then she was on her knees her mouth pressed against my almost bare lips, her tongue licking at my clit. I squirmed and tried not to jump away from her...my God! I was hot...because it was one of our play "things" not to let the other overwhelm us with caresses. We tried to pretend that, although we liked being caressed, it was no big thing. Uh-uh! Not this day. I fell to my knees and Wendy and I kissed under the falling water...what a water bill we'd have...until we were almost drowned. "Ou-gup-dry, b'fore I'm waterlogged," Wendy gulped a mouthful of water and spit it out and I laughed and stepped from the cubicle, still dripping. We'd forgotten the bath mat, so the floor was temporarily a swamp. No matter, we dried and patted each other with the towels, trying our best...not a very good best...to keep from getting too excited. "O K," said I with finality. "That's enough kidding around, mister. You wanted to fuck, let's get it on, lad!" I was trying unsuccessfully to be a bitch or a submissive, I didn't know which, so Wen' just kissed me hard and said, "O K, bitch. Get on the bed. Kneel and put your head on the pillow, your arms under your head. Make sure you can breathe. Get your ass higher, bitch! Spread those legs apart, you want to be tight or something?" I already had the giggles, but I squashed them as I began to feel a little bit of fear and a great deal of...I could feel it..dampness between my legs, some of it leaking down my inner thighs. A soft something startled me, almost forcing my legs together until I realised that Wendy was licking me. Then I felt her finger probing at my labia, and then, I was so sloppy slippery by then, a squelching sound. "Jeez Louise," I exclaimed, voice muffled by my head being in the pillow, "am I that wet?" "Naw, that's the sound of my foot being pulled out of a swamp. Yes, love, you're swampy, but that's just gong to make this..." and slowly she pushed against me, the first startling feel of a monster prick entering me from the rear and then a long, very slow squelch as she penetrated all the way. "A-ah," I moaned, as I felt myself clamp on the monster. "That's so good, love, so good. Don't move right away, huh?" I had to let my cunt get used to this thing in me. My muscles tautened and loosened, feeling their way. I began to feel ticklish, itchy and marvelously sensuous all at once. "Tam', I'm starting to fuck you, dear. You'll love it." "Oh, yes! I do already...uh...uh...nice." as she began pushing a little farther and then slowly withdrawing until just the big head was inside my lips. Then she was slowly pushing it into me, and I pushed back against her thrust, my cunny leaking juice all over me and the phallus. My muscles were spasming, although I was enjoying this too much to think about climaxing just yet. "God, Wen', do it faster, please, you're teasing me." "Yeah, I know, This is a kinda double-ender, Tam', it's tickling me as much as it is you. Uh, I've gotta..." And she started moving in and out a little faster. Each time she withdrew the phallus I tried my best to follow it, but because a woman on her hands and knees with her butt in the air only has so much range, so to speak, I could not follow it all the way despite my rocking back every time she pulled outward. Wendy could get the head almost out while she was able to maintain the slow rythym, but as she speeded up and we both became frenzied with lust, she never got it near to being out. We thrashed, moaned and banged together, but before we came I was on my side with Wen' curled around me from behind, stroking and then grabbing my breasts and nipples as she became more excited and when she came...first...I thought she was going to pull my nips off! "Christ! Wen...dee! Oh, uh, uh, jeez..." and I came, the fluids leaking onto the sheets. We cared? "Oh, my jeez, lover, that was...wonderful, but..." "Yeah, Tam', I know...but..." "Uh, what is it, sweet thing, what is the difference?" "I think...could it be...naw, that's not it/" "What...? Tell me, quick, I'm going to...cum again...oh jeez, this is another good one. Uh...uh...huh!" "Me, too. You wouldn't believe.... "It's because we love girls, that's what." "You mean...we're...we're really...lesbians?" "No, silly, I mean we like men. Shit, Tammy, I must have wanted you to be a woman all the time we were married as man and wife, and now that we're women, we're in love, I have you, and you have me, goof...right? Might just as well be married." She sounded just the least bit worried on that last sentence. Thought I didn't love her? Crazy! "Darling Wendy. I love you. Pull out, sweetheart, so I can turn over and really hug you." Wendy moved slowly to drag the monster out of me. I was almost reluctant...or my cunny muscles were...to let it go, and Wen' must have felt it, too, 'cause all of a sudden she slipped it back into me, still slippery, and we both, to our great surprise, came together with a groan and a kiss by Wendy on the back of my neck that had me starting all over again. "God! Get it out! We'll never be apart if you keep on." "Do you want...? Never mind, we have plenty of other times we can do this...and it's not all that good, eh?" "We-ell, maybe I wasn't quite right about that, but still, get it out, slow-quick, please. I'm gonna cum again if you don't and, jeez Louise, I'm getting tired, hon'." "Know what? So'm'I. Whew. Talk about orgy. That was one. How many times did you cum, love?" "I wasn't counting, dummy. How could I? Every time I started to relax you had me climaxing again. It was great sex, I admit." "You know...to answer your question..which I didn't, did I? I think I was a secret lesbian, dear girl, until I saw you as a woman. I must have wanted a woman really badly to do what I did to you...but you were such a wuss, you know!" "Aw, c'mon, I admit I'm a lot better as a woman, and I did really want to be one...still do, after that sexy bit, you wonderful.... "But I wasn't too bad as a male, was I? Not that," I amended hastily, "I want to be one again, ever!" Damn if I was sure, 'cause my memory of being a man was so fuzzy now, after a year or so as a woman. I couldn't even remember when I'd had the operation...had I had one? Darned if I knew, any more. New Panties Part I Halloween was only two days away and Cory Fisk was desperate for ideas. He was laughed out of every costume store in the city and now an hour before the city rolled up its sidewalks, we was almost laughed out of every clothing store entirely. Faced with the grim thought of making his own costume he pressed on. Last year he went as a pumpkin made of an orange back and popcorn. He went home alone despite the copious amounts of alcohol that was flowing. He vowed this year would be different. At five foot ten he was a slender man, who despite valiant attempts to hide it, really was a geek. He even had the star wars Darth Vader cape to prove it. Left with little other methods of scoring with the opposite sex, Cory was hopping to impress the rather intoxicated ladies at his fraternity Halloween party with an amazing costume. It would help break the ice, maybe even get a few girls to come to him. This dream was being quickly shattered by each farewell bell that dunged behind him. With no more department stores left, Cory looked further down the street. Three banks made way to a pharmacy, which obscured his view from there. Having nothing better to do he strolled father down to DD's corners. A center of bars and strip clubs nestled just passed the respectable districts of the cities downtown core. Among the seedy bars and hot night clubs was an exotic clothing retailer just opening with the falling sun casting shadows to hide its patrons. Knowing no one in the area would recognize him, Cory decided to check to see if they had any costumes left. It was out of the way for most people and the naughty nature may help improve his odds this weekend. Blood racing for various reasons, Cory descended the concrete steps into the store. Vanilla incense assaulted him as he entered the small boutique almost making him reconsider his decision. Uncomfortable with the wares around him, he tried to calm himself by browsing the shelves. Numerous toys, video, and games were stacked all across the shop, with only a small selection of clothing left in the far corner. Cory sighed as he wandered through the sparse collection. "No costumes left!" Came a bark from behind him. Startled out of his skin, Cory spun to find a little old lady grimacing at him. "I got toys games and videos." "That's okay, I was just looking," Cory said embarrassed, scanning the isles for the quickest escape. "You like toys? We got toys for him and her. What you want?" Cory was uncertain weather the broken English spoken by the stores clerk was for real or an act, but either way it had an unsettling effect on his nerves. "Um, her," he said trying to get to imagine the clerk to imagine that he was not a sad bachelor in need of a plastic playmate. "Good good. You like to please her. But you know what pleases her?" "No, I really wish I did though." "Ah! I got just the thing!" "No!" he screamed, feeling embarrassed. "I mean, I was really just looking for a costume really." "Costume? You want to be someone else? Be different that what you are?" "Yeah," he said feeling the sadness of the truth of the statement. She stared at him hard. It felt like she could see within him scrutinizing his very being. Then all at once she broke her gaze. "Ah! I got just the thing!" "I thought you didn't have any." "I keep one. Special. For someone who wants to know." Not wanting to rock the boat and loose a potential costume, Cory just silently followed the dynamic woman to the back of the shop. After numerous bangs and shouting in a language that he was sure no one could really understand, she re-emerged from the back, padding off a thick layer of dust. Striding up to counter she plopped a box down smiling. "You like." Peering inside, Cory pulled out a small pink thong holding it in the light until the realization hit that they were women's underwear. Shoving it back into the box quickly he flushed deeply. "This is women's cloths." He whispered. "Yes yes, You be different. Life of party. You like." Cory was pretty sure that wasn't a question. But as he thought about it, it was a unconventional idea and he could see the drunk girls wanting to have a suto-lesbian experience for kicks. If nothing he might at least get to second base. "Um, how much?" "I like you. For you my friend, 300 dollars." "What?" "It's special. You not regret. One size fits all. Great material." Cory was desperate and if it got him some action no price was too high. "Okay." "Great! Just remember, Panties go on with two feet, pull up. For off pull down same way. One feet no work. Must be two, Off up no work, only down." "Right." Cory said not understanding. Underwear are underwear aren't they? he though. "You understand later! Bye now!" She shoed him away to greet the next person. Glad to have that over with and a costume to boot Cory ran out of the adult boutique. It wasn't until he found his car that he began to wonder about the rest of the costume. Deciding it was best to wait, he through it into the back seat until he was home in the security of his apartment. It wasn't until later that night that her got the courage to open the box again. He had never really thought of cross-dressing before but the idea of breaking the taboo was kind of exciting. Caressing the lid he tensed and through open the lid to see the scrunched panties he had seen in the store. Laying them to the side her riffled through the rest of the paper packaging to realize to his horror that it was all filler. "EXPLATIVE!" he screamed. "That bitch screwed me and I still got my fucking cherry!" Tossing the box off the bed her took a good look at his new three hundred dollar panties. The pink material was sheer, with a single white bow on the top, and lace rounded off the edging. Cory had to admit they were cute. "Well lets see what three hundred dollar panties feel like shall we." Slipping off his jeans and boxers, and after discovering which end was up, he slowly pulled up the panties. As the lacy thong slipped between his pelvis to rest against his bare privates, the room spun into darkness. He woke a while later coughing stale air from his lungs. Making sure his vision was steady, he walked into the bathroom, the only room with a mirror, to check to see if his brains were poking out anywhere. The slight buzzing in his head was almost pleasant. Flipping the light switch he peered into the mirror about the small sink. Confused as why he didn't see himself he tilted back and forth to see passed the woman in his line of vision. Poking the mirror, realization slowly filtered in. The hands before him were smaller, more feminine, the arms were groomed hairless, the chest, the CHEST?! was huge! Tearing off his shirt he stared at the large globes on his chest. Breasts. He had freaking breasts! Looking back into the feminine face before him, he cross-referenced his vision with touch. A caress of his breasts brought their nipples to full attention, a quick pinch brought out a involuntary moan, as it tingled down the length of his body. A wetness below drew his attention away from the breasts before him. Looking down, he could see a growing we spot on the pink thong, which barely obscured a gorgeous pussy beneath. Pulling the band out he looked down into the panties to see a neatly cropped fuzz glistening with juice just above a tight snatch. Slipping his fingers down into the wetness he gasped again as probing fingers grazed a sensitive clit that stood out proudly within its folds. Brushing it again, he began adding pressure reveling in the pleasure. The body went into autopilot, hands exploring and caressing round smooth curves. Unable to hold back, Cory rubbed his clit vigorously while pinching hard on his left nipple. The building pleasure felt like it was going to tear him apart. "Oh Fuck!" he screamed. A the orgasm hit hard, buckling his legs out from under him. The cold floor was a welcome relief. As the orgasm subsided rational thought began to filter back into his pleasure addled mind. Wondering about the old woman's words, he sat there wondering if he could reverse the change the panties had done. "Something about up no work only down," he said to himself. Only the voice wasn't his and now that he thought back, neither was the earlier scream. "Luke Skywalker," he tested. The feminine voice was there still. Panicked he reached down to the panties and yanked them off. Again the worlds spun around him leaving his vision black. This time however he remained conscious. As his vision cleared he looked down to a flat chest and his familiar unit dangling on the cold floor. "Luke Skywalker," it was his voice now too. Reaching down he found the pink thong marveling at the bargain he had made. Part II The next day Cory left work early. He told his supervisor that he wasn't feeling well, and truthfully, the cube farm really didn't need him for the afternoon. I few numbers wouldn't be crunched, but no one world even really notice. Such is the life of a data entry clerk. Almost running to his car, ideas raced through his mind of what to do with his free afternoon. There was much to be done! He had spent the entire night awake thinking about what name to use only to settle on the more feminine Cori for simplicity sake and he or she rather could easily use her credit card saying they just spelled it wrong. Outfits would be needed along with some bra's and if time a Halloween costume for the party. He had always wanted to be someone different, and now he could. The possibilities buzzed in his brain. At home he quickly undressed and pulled out the panties that he had stashed in the bottom of his underwear drawer. Pausing to wonder if it work again he lied down on his small double bed, not wanting to fall again, and slipped the panties on. A wave dizziness passed over him, which he blinked away. Confused he patted himself, the transformation was much less intense, but it still worked! Running to the bathroom mirror, he saw the same girl from the night before stared back at him. "Luke Skywalker!" she giggled. Stretching into her new body she noticed her well formed breasts giggle a little. Her nipples pointing out in the cool apartment air. Unable to control the urge, she pinched them again, gently at first, then harder while massaging her breasts. It was amazing to watch the reflection and see this gorgeous woman playing with her tits. Lifting one to her mouth, she strained her neck to lick the hard nipple. Gasping she moaned at the new sensation. With great restraint she lowered her hands away from their new toys, and balled them in fists to keep them from finding more trouble down below. "Time to go shopping!" she smiled. Walking back into his bedroom the realization struck her. She needed cloths to go shopping for cloths. Sighing she rummaged through his clothes. Most were far too loose in some areas and far too tight in others. Finally finding an old baggy pair of kaki's and tying up an old work shirt like she had seen in the movies, she stuffed his credit card in her pocket and through on what seemed like supper sized shoes and finally was out the door. The mall proved more daunting than she thought. Four hundred stores, a good three hundred of them women's clothing stores, proved to be a horror of too many options. And then there were the guys in the mall. Constantly checking her out. Judging her on her shabby appearance. The rude comments she overheard only motivated her though. If they wanted to fuck her like this, wait until she found clothes that would drip sex. Then they would beg her and she could steal their girlfriends instead! Finally deciding that fist thing would be to contain her lovely melons, she stopped in the Victoria secret store. Looking over the walls of lingerie, she would have drooled if it wasn't so afraid of how to pick things out. Her pulse raced as a women who looked to be in her mid thirties, wearing a managers tag approached her. "Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked politely. Her smile was reassuring and helped Cori relax. "Um, I- this is kinda embarrassing. I need some bra's n' stuff. I really don't know what size." "Oh, don't worry hun. Most girls your age don't even realize they are wearing the wrong sizes. You're a head of the game. Come with me and we'll get you sized up perfectly!" Taking her into the changing room the woman brought in several bra's and her measuring tape. "Lift your arms," she said sliding the tape around her chest, just below her breasts. The proximity of another woman so close to her naked breasts, brought her nipples back to full attention. "Okay move your arms I need to measure your cups too." Reluctantly, Cori uncovered her breasts worried at what the woman would say. She didn't seem to mind. Just took the measurements and reached down to adjust a lacy blue bra. "Try this. You're a good thirty-two and just on the verge of a D, but most of the time you're going to be best off his a C-cup. It will give you the best lift and cleavage." Fumbling with the bra she finally twisted it around to set the hooks in front before reversing it properly. This was going to take some practice! Slipping the straps up she marveled at the image in the mirror. The manager surprised her by reaching up and helping with the adjustments, cupping her tits, lingering a while longer than Cori thought was appropriate. "How does that feel hun?" "Good," Cori sighed at the feeling of the woman caressing her lacy breasts. Leaving one hand to linger on her breasts, working at a stray piece of lint conveniently close to Cori's nipple, the woman slid her other hand down across her naked abdomen. Cori gasped at the feeling of the manager's fingernails caressing her skin. Unable to resist, Cori rolled her head back unto the woman's shoulder and stared into the eyes through the mirror. She watched as this thirty-something woman slipped her fingers further down, undoing her baggy pants. "My my, I think you may need a new pair of panties to match your new bra." She purred in Cori's ear. I'll be back with a few more sets for you to try on. After she left and Cori's hormones cleared from her rational brain she remembered why she was a woman. The panties can't come off or the transformation would reverse. Images of this lesbian lingerie manager getting an eye full of his geek-meat gave her a shiver. Panicked, Cori thought back to his conversation with the old woman down town. There had to be a loop hole. What did she say? Something about, up no work? Desperate to try anything, Cori slid her panties down to her knees and carefully lifted one leg through the lacy thong. Darting her vision from panty it mirror she was still a woman! No what? Up no work. Unable to think of anything else, she pulled the thong up careful not to stretch it beyond breaking over her tits, and finally over her head. Staring into the mirror she stared at the beautiful naked woman in front of her. It worked! Elated at the success she forgot that manager was coming back and nearly screamed when the door of the dressing room opened again. "It's just me hun. I have a more things for you to try." For the next hour the two continued to play dress up with Cori's body. Lace and silk as well as a collection of everyday cotton were slipped on and ripped off teasingly. Beyond reason, Cori submitted to the manager marveling at how her beauty had such a powerful effect on another person. Emboldened by this power she began to tease back. Letting the woman's hands stray for only so long before pulling back. Smiling at the woman's frustration, Cori guided the woman's caressing around her body, teasing herself as much as the manager. Finally when she felt like she was ready to explode, she pulled the woman's hungry mouth to hers. The kiss was tender at first, there was a sweet taste of her lip gloss as it rubbed off onto Cori's lips. Parting her mouth slightly, the Manager dove her tongue in desperately clinging to the young beauty before her. Kissing ravenously, the manager worked her way down, pausing to suckle on each breast while her deft hands caressed seemingly random parts of her body. Cori returned the passion by puling the woman's skirt down and with no further pretense, slid her hand into her soaked panties. Cori could see her bight her lip from screaming. Despite their passionate desires, this woman was trying to maintain control or loose her job. Afraid of screaming out, the woman, pulled away from Cori and dropped to her knees. Grabbing Cori's ass roughly, she pulled her pussy to her waiting mouth licking its length twice before sucking hard on her enflamed clit, lashing it with her tongue. Also not wanting to scream Cori firmly clamped her mouth shut as the obviously experienced woman worked her magic. Waves of pleasure grew faster and stronger until they seemed never ending. Then every muscle tightened hard and released with a powerful orgasm. She had one as a woman before, but it was nothing like this. The release was so much stronger and longer than before. And an unmistakable trickle was running down her thigh where it touched the gently suckling woman's cheek. Giggling at the ticklish lickings of the manager Cori pulled away. "Mmm thank you for al your help." Standing to kiss her, Cori could taste her pussy on the woman's tongue. "Anytime hun. But before we get into trouble, maybe we can sell you some of this. At a generous discount of course." "I'll take it all!"