4 comments/ 14854 views/ 12 favorites Being Mindy Ch. 01 By: mindyrose You can read this as a standalone story, but it might be best if you read my "Becoming Mindy" series and the non-erotic random though piece I wrote. This is a continuation of my journey. ***** The next two weeks were crazy. I put my two weeks' notice in at work. I contacted my doctor and told him I wanted to go full-time. He sent me a document of t-friendly places (i.e. salons, stores, gyms, etc) and we set up my appointment for discussing everything. I put my house on the market while I bought a new little place close in the gay area of LA. I moved the weekend after my two weeks at work were done. I got busy furnishing and decorating my new place in the girly stuff I had always loved but never was able to decorate with since I had been living as a guy. I took a significant amount of money ($10,000) and went on a clothes and shoes shopping spree. I now had a walk-in closet and dresser full of female clothes. I saved only a suit and a few other guy clothes. A few weeks after that, my house was sold and closed. I also sold my BMW and bought a denim blue VW Beetle convertible. While I broke up with Steve (he wasn't very happy about my new found love of topping), Jeff and I had seen each other 7-8 times in the month since we met. In the craziness, he had become the only guy I was fucking. I was now living only 4 blocks from him. Once all the details were done, including a nerve-wracking, but ultimately fine, discussion with my financial manager, I was ready. I had made an appointment at a beauty salon that catered to t-girls for Monday morning. However, I was nervous. I called Mike, my doctor, that Sunday about everything and he put me in contact with one of the other t-girls he had helped. Britney and I had dinner together that night and she put me at ease. After all, I had come this far. That Monday, I woke up and got ready. I made sure to go full-out on makeup since I was nervous and wanted them to think they had something to work with. Once I got there, my beautician immediately complimented me and told me that if she didn't know better, I was a girl just looking for a haircut. She got to work. She told me that hair was long enough to do some bonded extensions. We picked a color, she died my own hair that color and applied the extensions. After she was done with my hair, she waxed my eyebrows to give them a feminine look. Then it was off to put on some acrylic French tip nails and gave me a pedicure with French tip nails also. She then pierced both of my ears and we picked out some earrings for me. She also pierced my naval and we picked out a stud for that as well. Once we were done, I looked in the mirror and realized that the "fake" look I had been using for the past year or so paled in comparison to the "real" look that I would be walking out of the salon with. While I had grown in confidence with my fake look, my real look was not only hot, but also made me very comfortable. In fact, as I walked out of the salon that Monday afternoon, it was the first time in my life I was comfortable with who I was and how I looked. I send a text to Jeff as well as some pictures of my new look. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, but I didn't have anywhere to be, which was one of the advantages of having no job but being a trust fund kid. I went to the bar I had originally met Jeff to have a drink in celebration of the new me. I was happy when I found it was Dean behind the bar. In fact, it was just he and I in the bar. "It's official," I said to Dean as I sat down. "I'm now a full-time girl." "Awesome," was his reply. "Every gay guy in the area and a lot of lesbians a well have been lusting over you for the past few months. Now you're always going to be around. I'm going to like that as well." "I guess now I'll have time to fuck them all," I said laughing as he brought me a chocolate martini and a Vegas bomb. "Do a shot with me." He made another shot and we did a celebration shot together. "That's on the house in celebration of you now always being Mindy," Dean said as he took the shot glasses away. We sat and chatted for the rest of the afternoon. When his shift ended at 5, he joined me and we sat and drank together. "I need to meet some new friends," I told him. "The easiest way to meet new friends is just hanging out. In fact, why don't you work here as a waitress on the weekends? You'll meet a lot of new people that way. We need the help on Fridays and Saturdays." "Seriously," I said. "I have no experience and don't know the first thing about being a server." "Don't worry about that," he said smiling. "You're pretty, a unique girl and have a fun personality. You'll be fine. Besides, you can always offer blowjobs to those customers that you screw up their order." "If that's the case, I might just screw up their orders on purpose. You might need to know you've just hired a slut. I've been dressing as a girl for about a year and have been full time only since this afternoon. I've got some catching up to do." "I wouldn't have thought to hire you if I thought you were a prude," he said smiling as he moved his hand to my bare thigh, just below where my shorts stopped. "You know what I'm thinking," I asked as I put my hand on his. "What?" "What's the bar's policy on employee fraternizing?" "We don't have one. We're a gay bar. Hooking up is what people come here for. That goes for employees too." "Then I want to finish this drink, have another one as well as a shot, then I want you to take me home and fuck me," I said, moving my hand from his to his crotch. "What about your friend that you've been in here with the last month or so," he asked, but his voice didn't sound convincing as I felt his cock harden in his pants. "He's working late tonight. We're going out tomorrow. Don't you want to be the first to fuck me as a girl?" "I just don't want any trouble." I told Dean I'd text Jeff if he wanted me to, which he did. I sent a text to Jeff that read, "Sitting here drinking with Dean at the bar. He offered me a job waitressing here on the weekend. I'm going to. I want him to fuck me tonight." As we waited for the reply, Dean and I ordered new drinks and shots. After we did the shots, my phone beeped with Jeff's reply. It read, "That'd be the least you could do to thank him for the job. Have fun. Promise me your ass is mine tomorrow." I showed Dean the text before replying, "Of course babe. Talk to you tomorrow." Once he read the text, Dean's hand began to roam a little more and began to rub my tucked cock. I was turned on beyond belief. I quickly downed my second drink and whispered to Dean that I was ready to be fucked. We paid our tabs, which were ½ off since Dean was an employee. "Jeff and I often switch," I said as we stood up and headed to the door. "But tonight I want to be 100% the girl. You can use me however you want tonight." "I am usually versatile, but your wish is my command tonight," Dean said as we left the bar and started walking to my place. It was about a minute into the walk before his hand began to caress my ass as we walked. It took all of my willpower to not just have him take me on the way home. We did, however, stop a few times and kiss passionately. When we got to my door, however, Dean didn't hold out any longer. As I went to unlock the door, he pushed me against the door and pressed against me from behind. He was kissing my neck as I felt him unbutton my short and push them down. Next was my gaff and I heard his zipper on his jeans. He still had me pinned against the door with my keys still in the lock. I heard him open a condom, which he must have been able to put on with just one hand. The next thing I knew, his cock was in my ass and he was fucking my on my front porch against the door. It was only about 10:00 and I knew there were going to be people still walking down the street. I managed to get the door unlocked and opened. Dean fucked me through the threshold. Once we got inside, his cock never left my ass, and the door shut, he continued to fuck me just on the other side of the door now. "You know when we close the bar on Saturday nights," he whispered in my ear still pounding away in my ass. "I'm going to fuck you on the bar, on the tables, on the pool table, in the kitchen, in the backroom, wherever I want, okay?" "You can have my ass whenever you want," I said as my first orgasm swept over me and blew a load out of my boy toy all over the front door. "That's a good slut," he said, still pounding in my ass. "You're going to be such a popular waitress. You should increase business a lot. The hottest tranny slut in the area." "I'll fuck whoever you want me to," I said. "I want to be the best waitress your bar has ever had." "That's a good slut," he said. "Now the best sluts swallow cum. Are you the best slut?" "Yes," I screamed. "Oh my god, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum." He pulled out, pushed me to my knees, pulled off his condom and began to stroke his cock. Like a good girl, I opened my mouth as he shot a considerable load into my mouth. Once he was finished, I sucked the rest of his cum out of his cock, showed him the load in my mouth and then swallowed. "You have any beer," he asked once he recovered. I did and I got him one as he sat on the couch, still naked. I got two beers and joined him, also naked, on the couch. I threw my legs over his lap as we drank the beer, watched television and mindlessly chatted. After a little time passed, my hand began to play his cock, which started to harden again. "You know, I'm not going to make you fuck customers," he said, his tone turning serious. "That was just in the passion talk. You can choose which customers you want to fuck, if any. And, I am sorry about the tranny name." "I know," I said. "The tranny thing doesn't bother me really. Besides, dirty talk is my favorite. As far as the customers, I know that was in the height of passion, but if I don't find someone to fuck, you'll still want to fuck me at the end of the shift?" "Of course." I maneuvered myself on the couch to next to him and we kissed. I then moved to the floor and started to suck his cock, which was hard again. "Let's go to the bedroom so you can fuck me again," I said after about five minutes of sucking him. I got on the bed, on my back, and after putting on a condom, he got on top of me, entering me in the missionary position. We fucked that way for a while before I rode him reverse cowgirl. We then switched to doggy before returning to missionary. While in the final missionary position, I came again as I shot cum all over my stomach. Seeing me cum was enough to put him over the edge. He pulled out, removed his condom and shot his load onto my stomach as well. After cleaning up, we snuggled on the bed as sleep began to call our names. "You know Mindy," Dean said softly into my ear. "I've been with a couple of cross dressers and one other trans girl, but there is something different about you. You're almost more of a girl than genetic girls." I roll over to face him. "I've always felt uncomfortable as a guy. Today was the first day in my life I've actually felt alive and real. I think I really am just a girl. I just happen to also have a special toy. And, thank you for fucking me on my first night as a full-time girl." "I guess I should say you're welcome," he said laughing. "At the bar, you might want to consider always wearing that transgender necklace. It'll just make sure everyone knows. Otherwise, people will think you're a woman and surprises can lead to bad situations. Just be careful." "I will. Besides, you'll be there at the bar to protect me." I kissed him and my hand brushed across his cock, which was growing again. I rolled over to my nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. Rolling back over toward him, I held the condom in front of his face. "Let's fuck again," I said. He didn't need any further instruction. For the next hour, we fucked in several positions. I came once out of my toy and had several other internal orgasms before he filled his condom. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed and sleep came quickly. Not a bad first day as a full-time girl I thought as I fell asleep. Being Mindy Ch. 02 After waking up with Dean, and fucking again, my whirlwind next four months began. There were lots firsts for me as a girl. I fucked Jeff that night, my first top as a girl. I went to the gym for the first time as girl. I fucked in my hot tub for the first time a full-time girl. I worked my first waitress shift. Fucked a customer after my first shift. I fucked Dean and the cook, Tim, on the bar after my second shift. Met with a t-girl support group run by my doctor and found out I wasn't that attracted to other t-girls even though we all went out after and got hammered. By the end of the four months, I think I slept alone only 10 of them. Between Jeff, the other 8 guys that worked at the bar, and the other 10 guys I just hooked up with, I never really needed to use a plug to keep my ass open. The bidet I had installed in my bathroom was getting good use. The weird thing is that, while I was often a little relaxed in my use of condoms before going full time, Jeff was the only one I didn't use a condom with. In fact, Jeff was the only one I topped as well and we were seeing each other usually twice a week. I was making up for lost time and 18 new guys (Jeff didn't count because I started seeing him just before I went full time) in four months was a good start. Of course, the guys at the bar I fucked more than once, but 8 of the ten others were just one-night-stands and the other two were just a couple of booty call guys that I saw maybe 3-4 times each. I was getting comfortable working at the bar and was working four shifts now, making close to $600 per week. Since I didn't have a house or car payment, I was doing my best to live on just that and not tap into my trust fund income except for shopping and house upgrades (i.e. the bidet and hot tub), which was close to a $2,000 per month habit. I was also getting more comfortable in my clothing. When I started at the bar, I dressed a little conservatively, but was more revealing since the hormones and allowed me to develop full a-cup breasts that I could create cleavage with. My nipples had become completely feminine and were often poking through shirts when I didn't wear a bra. In fact, my last shift before I recount this adventure I wore booty shorts and black bikini top. I found that as I dressed more revealingly, I made more money and was flirted with a lot more. I was proud that I was popular at the bar with the customers, gay guys and lesbians. At first, a lot of the conversations were about me being transsexual, but now the regulars treated me as just another person at the bar that was serving them drinks. Of course, a server that most of them really wanted to fuck, but a server nonetheless. After four months of working at the bar, one of the bartenders quit and moved on to another job and Dean asked me if I wanted to bartend. I agreed and Dean found another waitress to take over my shifts. She was a pretty, petite, blonde, 22-year-old lesbian named Stephanie. I was in charge of training her, but she took to the job quickly, since she had worked as a server before. Her and I immediately became friendly as I trained her and felt at ease that there would be no rivalry between us. Her first shift alone was the next Friday with me behind the bar. The way it worked is that the bartender would only go out from behind the bar when the waitress was overwhelmed with drink and food orders. That particular Friday we were busy, but not overwhelmingly, which meant I stayed behind the bar and chatted with the bar customers while Stephanie dealt with the others. More than one person commented how nice it was to have two pretty girls working, which both of us took as compliments and we shared a couple of laughs about some of the comments made during the night. Once it was closing time, we got everything cleaned up, put up and ready for the next morning. Alex, the cook for the shift, has already cleaned up the kitchen and left, leaving just Stephanie and myself. "Want a drink before we leave," I asked. "Yes. A Blue Moon and a shot of tequila," she replied. I got her beer, made myself one as well and made two shots of tequila. "So, you're a transsexual, right," she asked when we finished the tequila. "Yep." "I'd have never guessed," she said right before she took a big drink of her beer to wash down the tequila. "You look so damn feminine and hot. How long?" "I've been dressing full time for about four months now," I said after taking a long drink of my beer as well. "I cross dressed a little in college and a few years after that before starting hormones. I'm now 100% a girl, except I have a little boy toy. You're a lesbian, right?" "Yep," she replied. "For the last two years. Do you miss sinking your dick in some pussy?" "I don't know," I laughed. "The last girl I fucked was in college, like two or three years ago. You miss the dick?" "It's been 2 years or so for me," she said. "But, yeah, I miss getting fucked by a hard cock. If it wasn't attached to a guy, I'd love to have more penis. Damn strap on cocks aren't the same. Plus, girls aren't used to fucking with one so it always feel awkward and not natural." "I love guys," I said as I made us two more beers and two more tequila shots. "In fact, I've pretty much been fucking almost every day since I went full time. I even have a good friend that wants me to fuck him in the ass when we get together." "So you still use it to fuck," she asked after we took our second shots of tequila. "Yep," I replied and realized she moved a little closer to me when she asked the question. "Since I've been taking hormones, fucking with it is more intense than I ever remember it being before." We both smiled at my comment before our eyes met and silence fell between us. I realized she was hesitant to make a move, so I pulled her face to me with my hand and our lips met. Within second, both of our lips parted and our tongues began to dance together. It had been close to three years since I had kissed a girl and I had forgotten the feel. Unlike guys, she was gentle and little passive with her kiss, which matched my gentleness and passiveness. While it was mutually gentle and passive, the kiss was very passionate. "Let's take this bottle of tequila back to my place," I said when our kiss broke. "Okay," was her simple reply. I got the bottle, several lime slices and we headed to my car, which I had begun to drive to work when I worked late despite living only four blocks away. When we got to my place and parked in the garage, we kissed again before getting out of the car. Once out of the car, Stephanie grabbed the bottle of tequila and took a long swig out of it. I gave her a lime and grabbed the bottle to have my own big drink. "Don't drink too much," she chided as I started my drink. "I don't want you to get too drunk and not be able to fuck me with your girl dick." "Won't be a problem," I replied after finishing my swig and sucking on the lime. I grabbed her hand and we got out of the garage and walked to my back door in silence. I opened the door and we entered and Stephanie immediately started kissing my neck. Her hand had my shorts undone quickly and her hand was in my shorts to fish my toy out from its tucked position. Once it was free, my toy immediately started to harden. She dropped to her knees and began to suck me. It might've been two years since she had a real dick in her mouth, but she remembered how to play with one. As she sucked my boy toy, I took another big drink of tequila and sucked on a lime slice. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said as I pulled her to her feet. "Good idea," she replied and took the bottle of tequila from me to take her own big drink. As drank, I got my panties and shorts untangled from my shoes as I also took off my shoes. We started going toward the bedroom and undressing ourselves at the same time. By the time we got to the bedroom, both of us were naked. Stephanie immediately got on the bed and laid back. I took in the site, as she was gorgeous. She had perfect perky tits and a super slim body and a shaved pussy that I could see was glistening. My toy twitched as I took in her beauty. I walked to my nightstand and pulled out a condom. "No," Stephanie said, stopping me. "I want you to fuck me without one and cum in my pussy. That's what I miss the most. I love feeling a cock cum in me and haven't had that in years." I got on the bed and moved between her legs. I ran my hands over her body and she felt so damn soft, nothing like Jeff when I fucked him. My cock was at her opening and with a slight thrust of my hips I buried myself in her hot and wet pussy. I gasped as I felt something I hadn't felt in years. I lowered down and let my body press against hers as I started to slowly fuck her. Not only did her pussy feel wonderful around me, the softness of her body melted into the softness of my own. "Oh my fucking god," Stephanie whimpered. "You look like a woman. You feel like a woman, but you're fucking me like a guy. Is this heaven? I'm going to cum already." She came. Hard. Once she recovered, I started fucking her again as we began to kiss passionately. "You asked if this was heaven," I said when our kiss broke and I held myself deep inside her. "I hope so. You feel so fucking amazing under me. I think I just realized I have missed pussy." "Then fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard and make me cum when you cum." I fucked her hard and made her cum again, which made me cum and she had another orgasm on top of her previous one. I collapsed onto the bed next to her and we were both comatose for a little bit. "That was the best sex I've ever had," she said once she had recovered. "Definitely the best sex I've ever had with a woman," I replied, which caused us both to laugh. "Where's that tequila?" "In the kitchen. Why don't we get the bottle and get in the hot tub?" "Sounds good." We went to the kitchen, naked, and we both took the opportunity to look at each other's bodies. We got get the tequila then walked to my back patio. I got the lid off the tub and turned on the jets. We both took big drinks of the tequila and got in. We sat next to each other and almost immediately began kissing again. Our hands were exploring each other's bodies. We stopped kissing only to take more drinks of tequila. As we kept kissing, her hand began to play with my cock, which started to harden again. "Looks like we're out of tequila," she said when we took our next drinks. "Looks like I'm hard again," I said causing us to both laugh since we were pretty drunk from the tequila. "Then I guess we should go back to the bedroom and fuck some more," she replied. I agreed and we got out of the tub. Well, more like stumbled out of the hot tub. We dried off and managed to make it to the bedroom without stumbling too much. "Get on your back," she ordered me when got to the bed. I obeyed and she got on the bed and moved between my legs and took me in her mouth. Her hands roamed all over my body as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. "I still can't believe how much of a woman you feel like when I touch you, but you have this hard cock as well," she said as she moved to straddle me. "This is so perfect," she continued as she lowered and my cock entered her. We fucked more intensely than before. It was probably pretty sloppy if someone was watching since we were both so drunk this time. She rode me furiously to her first orgasm. We switched positions and I got behind her. I fucked her furiously to another orgasm before I came in her pussy for the second time. We both collapsed face down on the bed. We were both exhausted from the sex and the drunkenness. Eventually, she moved to her side and we were in a spoon position. This was new to me because I had become used to being the one spooned, but now I was spooning her. I didn't mind because she felt so soft next to me and in my arms. "Can I ask you a question Mindy," she asked once we got comfortable. "Of course, Stephanie." "I sometimes get these big urges for cock, like I did tonight, but I really can't stand being with a man," she said as she turned her face toward me. "Can I text you when I get the urge. You're a lesbian's dream when she wants cock." "Yes, anytime," I replied. "As long as I can text you when I get an urge for pussy. I'm guessing after tonight, I'm going to get those urges again. I guess I'm now a special lesbian that loves men as well." "Absolutely," she said as we both started laughing again. "A lesbian and transsexual hookup situation. Sounds like Lifetime movie." We laughed again before sharing a short sweet kiss. "Goodnight honey," I said as we drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight lover," she replied. We were both asleep immediately. Being Mindy Ch. 03 I started going to the gym regularly and it gym proved to be not only good for my body, which was down to 120 pounds and my skin was softer than ever, but also my sex life. The bar was always full of available guys, both customers and staff, who always made me feel feminine and horny. It didn't hurt my popularity at the bar being a slut that was always willing to get naked. While I stopped seeing Jeff, he started dating a woman, and Stephanie became more friends, albeit good friends, because she started seeing someone as well, the gym replaced them with a new friend with benefits; my personal trainer Lance. It started simply enough. A couple of training sessions of us flirting and him using the training as an excuse to touch me, especially on bare skin, led to him asking me out for a drink. Of course, that led to a night of his cock in my mouth and ass. He was in great shape, a hot face and a nice meaty cock. He was fabulous in bed and since every training session usually meant we'd hook up sometime that day, I was going to the gym a lot. Since he was getting to fuck me, he was charging me next to nothing for the training. He was also offering free yoga lessons in my home. I loved getting dressed in as sexy and revealing workout clothes as I could on those days and he usually worked me out wearing only compression shorts. He would touch me all over as he moved me from one pose to another before he would insist that my clothes were keeping from achieving a perfect yoga Zen. We would not usually finish the entire workout before we started our yoga sex. He was bisexual so he had no problem making sure yoga sex was very pleasing to me as well. While I had always been pretty flexible, I was becoming more flexible through the yoga and sexually more flexible with the yoga sex. We had fucked a couple of dozen times in a month before he asked me if I would go to a party with him. A sex party. He explained that everyone that went had to have a date with him or her. It was mostly gay couples he told me, but there were a couple of hetero-couples as well that attended. While there were generally more guys than girls, there were usually 10-12 women that attended, all of them bisexual. When I asked if I would be the only trans person there, he told me there were some trans girls that came from time-to-time, but I shouldn't worry because everyone was so open-minded that attended. Of course, I agreed to go. I went shopping and bought a sexy red mini dress that was low cut and covered my ass with only and inch or two of material to spare. I also bought a matching pair of stiletto "fuck-me" pumps. I spent Saturday afternoon getting ready. As I slipped on a bra, my recent obsession with wanting to get a boob job hit me as I wished we were going to the party with a pair d-cups on my chest. I couldn't decide whether or not to tuck my cock, but eventually decided to tuck because it made feel more comfortable, psychologically not physically, when I went out in public. I added my transsexual necklace and as I finished up, Lance was knocking on my door. He told me I looked fabulous and we were on our way. I was a little nervous, but not so much that I was thinking about backing out. I knew Lance was with me and would protect me if I needed, but I doubted I would need it. When we got there, we checked in and went into the large house. There were already 20 or so people there, an even mix of guys and gals, plus me. Lance began introducing me to everyone and they were super nice and asked about the necklace, which was their way of getting the topic out of the way. After about 30 minutes of small talk, I noticed some people starting to couple together and as I scanned the room, I saw someone I knew. It was Daniel who was a co-worker of mine from my time at Wells Fargo. I knew he was gay and this was a chance for me. I had always wanted him to discover my "under-my-suit" secret, but it never happened. I excused myself from Lance, who was talking to a rather attractive guy, and went toward Daniel. I'd already had a drink so my nerves were calm as I knew my old life and new life were about to connect. "Hi Daniel," I said as I got to him. "Hi. Mmm, do I know you?" "Well, I'm Mindy," I said. "Don't I look familiar at all?" "Vaguely, but I don't think we've met. I don't really know any transsexual girls." "I'm sure you know me," I said as I moved into whisper in his ear. "Think about Wells Fargo," I said in my man voice, something I hadn't used in a long time. "You used to work with a guy named Mark." "Holy fuck," he said as I backed away and he looked at me closely. "So is this why you quit?" "Yep," I said, returning to my female voice. "I've been living full-time as Mindy since I left." We made some more small talk before he asked if I was happy with my change. "I've never been happier," I said. "Actually, that's a lie. I still want a boob job. And one more thing." "What's that?" "I want you to do something I've always wanted." "Which is?" "Fuck me." "Then, let's find a room." He took my hand and led toward a hallway where the bedrooms were. We found an empty one, went in and closed the door. We started kissing and his hands started to roam all over my body. I got his shirt off before dropping to my knees to unbuckle his pants. I quickly freed his cock and started licking, sucking and stroking it. "I don't think I've ever been so turned on," he moaned as I sucked his cock. "I'm going to cum." "Then cum in my mouth," I said as I started to suck harder. I felt his body tense and his cock swell. Seconds later, he was filling my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could. "Holy fuck, you are good little cocksucker aren't you," he said after I had milked the last of his cum out of his cock. "That's what a good girly slut is supposed to be isn't it?" He smiled and helped me to my feet. As I stood, he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. As he pulled my panties down, freeing my toy, I slipped my bra off. "Get on the bed," he ordered me and I obeyed. As I got comfortable on the bed wearing only my heels, he got on the bed as well. "God damn, you're beautiful Mindy. You're prettier than any girl I've ever been with. Now just relax and enjoy." He moved between my legs and started sucking on my cock. It felt wonderful and he had me ready to cum quicker than I had made him cum. As I came, he swallowed all of it like I had done for him. Once he was finished, he moved up next to me and began to kiss me. I could taste myself in his mouth and I'm sure he could taste his own cum in mine. My hand went to his cock and I found he was hard again. He fished a condom out of the bowl on the nightstand and put it on. There was a bottle of lube there as well and he liberally applied some to his cock. He moved again between my legs, but this time he was above me with his cock pressing at my asshole. "Do you know how many times I hoped you'd find me wearing panties and stockings under my suit," I asked. "I had a hunch you were gay, but you were never open about anything in the office. I had no idea you were a sissy and now a tranny. If I would've known, I would have done this much sooner." As he finished his sentence, he pressed his hips forward and his cock entered in my ass. "Oh God Daniel," I moaned loudly. "I've wanted your cock in me since I met you at the office. Your cock feels as good in my girly ass as I hoped it would." "I'm going to use your ass for my pleasure now," he said as he began to fuck me with long, deep strokes. "Do whatever you want to me Daniel. Whatever you want." And he did. He fucked me deep and hard for a few minutes in the missionary position before we moved to doggy. With the better leverage, he started to fuck me with forceful thrusts. He was fucking my ass hard and fast. After several minutes, maybe 10, in the doggy position, we moved to a spoon position where he could fuck my ass and kiss me at the same time. This sent me into an orgasmic bliss. I could feel he was getting close to his own orgasm and he moved me onto me stomach and starting fucking me in the lazy doggy position. "I'm ready to cum," he announced. "Where do you want me to cum?" "Wherever you want Daniel." With that, I felt him pull out of me and second later I felt warm cum start to land on my back. His first shot hit me between my shoulders and the rest pooled on my lower back. Once he finished, he got a towel and wiped the cum off my back. I sat up and my eyes met his. "That was fucking awesome," I said as I moved to the side of the bed and sat next to him. "I hope you'll want to fuck me some more." "We'll definitely be fucking again sometime soon if I have my way." I reached down to get my dress and put it back on, but he stopped me. "One of the rules of the party is that after you've fucked someone, you have stay naked until you're ready to leave." "Okay," I said putting my dress on the dresser in the room. I also grabbed my panties and bra and put them with my dress. He grabbed my hand and we walked out of the room to rejoin the party. I was just wearing my heels. When got back to the kitchen and living room area, I saw everyone was naked as well. "I need to get a drink," I said. "And I hope someone else wants to be with me tonight." "That won't be a problem Mindy," Daniel said as we grabbed some beers out of the refrigerator. "Trannies have always been popular with the group, but none of them have been even close to as pretty and feminine as you." "You're too kind," I said smiling at him. "Do you still have my number?" "Yes, but I'll need to change the name." We gave each other a little kiss before we parted ways. I scanned the crowd and took in the events unfolding before me. There was a big pile of naked bodies, male and female, in the middle of the living room engaged in every combination of sex acts you could think about. I saw two young ladies walking my way, both looking gorgeous, and my eyes were drawn to their beautifully augmented chests. Both sets of their eyes were looking down at my cock. "We're heading to the hot tub," the blonde on the left said to me. "Care to join us?" I readily agreed and we walked to the hot tub. They immediately got in and I was in as soon as I got my heels off. We traded names, the blonde was Miranda and the red head was Dawn, and started some small talk, based largely on sex. I asked about their boobs since I was interested in getting mine done and they asked about my cock. "We've had trans-girls here before, but none as pretty as you," Dawn said to me. "There's no way I would be able to guess you weren't fully a woman unless I saw your cock." "Does it work," Miranda asked and she grabbed it under the water causing me to moan. "It works," I said feeling my cock start to stiffen. "It likes pussy almost as much as it does ass." "That's nice," Dawn said as she turned my head toward her so she could kiss me. As we kissed, Miranda kept playing with my cock, which was hard now. "Why don't we head inside and find somewhere comfortable to play," Miranda said. We jumped out of the hot tub, found some towels and dried off. We went inside and found a room. For the next 90-minutes, the three of us found many different ways to bring pleasure to each other. I fucked them both, filling a condom full of cum each time. Miranda and Dawn both had several orgasms either from me fucking them or from one of us doing oral on them. After I had cum twice, I had no chance of getting hard again and they tired after their umpteenth orgasm as well. "You know Dawn and I are a couple," Miranda said as we lied on the bed together. "But we also like to include others in our sex lives and we've always dreamt of finding someone like you. "So I guess, I was wondering," she continued and struggled to find the words. "Would you like to join us sometimes? We usually like to go out to drink, get some drinks and dance before going home for private fun. Are you interested?" "That sounds fun," I said. "I won't try to come between you two and I've had a hard time making female friends since I changed." "I think that's perfect," Dawn said. "Being friends makes it more fun." "As long as you don't mind me ask a zillion questions about your boobs until I finally decide to do it myself?" We all three laughed and they both said that wouldn't be a problem. We got off the bed, and I finally began to feel exhausted. I told them I needed to find the guy I came with and we would be heading home. We exchanged numbers on some paper we found and went to find my dress. I found it in the room I was in earlier and put it back on. I found my heels by the hot tub and Lance in the living room. He saw I was dressed and he quickly found his clothes and we headed out. He asked me if I had fun and I told him that I had a lot fun. "You know what would be a perfect end to the night," I asked. "What?" "For you to take me home and fuck me tonight and again when we wake up tomorrow." "I knew you were going to say that," Lance replied. "That's why I only made sure to cum twice tonight at the party and save one for you later." Forty-five minutes later, I was on my hands and knees, on my bed naked and Lance behind me drilling my ass. As I rubbed my chest during his fucking my ass, I really wanted to get boobs that were for a girl and not the little a-cups I had developed from hormones. As Lance came in his condom, we both collapsed on the bed as were exhausted from the evening. As I drifted off to sleep, I began to put together a boob-job-to-do-list in my head. Everyone was always telling how hot I looked as a girl and I knew a set of "real-girl" boobs would finish the look I was craving. That's for the next story. Being Mindy Ch. 04 In full disclosure, the following is not my first transgender surgery. I had my Adam's Apple shrunk in a previous surgery. However, that story was not one that led to lots of sex. Since this is a site for erotic stories, I have chosen not to share that surgery story. However, this one is about breast augmentation, which is a clearly sexual plot, and a fun sex ending for me. As always, thanks for reading and sharing your positive comments about my transformation. AND GO CAITLYN!! ***** The next evening, I met several of the other trans girls from my doctor's practice. I asked a ton of questions about breast augmentation surgery. Of the nine of us at dinner, 5 of them had done the surgery and two others were considering, myself included. While all of them told me that I didn't need the surgery to be passable, each of the five that had the surgery, told me that they finally felt truly feminine once they had it done. I was ready and all five of them had the surgery done at the same practice and the doctor that did it was perfect to work with people like us. This surgery was the last piece of what I wanted. I had worked myself down to a size 2 dress. In most pants I was a size 4, but I could fit into a size 2 in some brands. From the stomach done, other than my boy toy, I was feminine, but I had been obsessing over my chest and a nice new set would help me feel more female looking. I called my doctor Monday morning and told him my plans, which he had no problem with, and then called the office for the surgery. I made an appointment for the next day for a consultation. The doctor was wonderful and I made an appointment for my surgery the following week. I took two weeks off from the bar and spent the weekend partying. Lance and I also spend a lot time fucking. The following Monday, Miranda picked me up for my appointment. After the surgery, I was high from the anesthesia, but Miranda got me home fine. I spent most of Monday sleeping and woke up Tuesday and checked myself in the mirror. I was bruised and sore, but I was happy with what I saw. I had boobs. Nice, firm and big boobs. Dawn picked me up for my next day follow-up since I wasn't allowed to drive for a week. The doctor was happy and I made another appointment for the next Wednesday and the doctor told me I could drive to it. For the next week, I followed his orders perfectly. I took it very easy and the pain pills helped keep me relaxed and pain-free. I wore my support bra just as ordered. I also made sure to massage my implants they way the doctor told me to, which felt amazing. Lance came by every day to check on me, bring me dinner and make sure I was following orders. He was amazing and I wanted to reward him, but he was not going to allow me to break the doctor's rules and told me he would have me soon enough. By the weekend I was horny as hell, but knew I needed to follow the doctor's orders and stayed in all weekend. On Monday, Miranda picked me up to go bra shopping. Of course, we went to Victoria Secret. I found that I was a c-cup in a push-up bra and a d-cup for fuller coverage. I bought 10 bras and matching panties. I also got 5 tank tops as as well as a couple pair of leggings just because. Wednesday finally came around, and my doctor's appointment went well. He took out my stiches and gave me a cream to rub on the area to reduce scarring. He cleared me for all activity and to be careful around the scarring area since I was going to pretty sensitive there and it was still healing. He told me to make sure I kept massaging my chest twice a day. I was hoping he was going to demonstrate for me, but he didn't. It had been two weeks since I had another person touch me sexually and I needed fucked. I guess I half-hoped he was going to, but he was the perfect professional. When I got home, I took a short nap with my butt plug in my ass and decided to go to my bar since Lance was out of town on business. After taking a bath, I put on makeup and before getting dressed, I gave myself a good lookover in the mirror. I looked awesome. I looked like a girl, except for the special thing below. After everyone telling me how attractive of a girl I was, but not believing them, I did believe them now. I put on a pair of shorts, sandals, one of new VS tanks and a VS hoodie jacket and headed to the bar. I obviously didn't need to wear a bra to the bar. I was going to show off my new boobs and, hopefully, get fucked. I desperately wanted Lance, but I needed sex and he gave me his blessing to go get fucked as long as I told him about it when he got home on Friday. Needless to say, when I got to the bar, the reception was great. There were about 15 guys in the bar, 10 of them regulars, and Dean behind the bar. The compliments were immediate and often. When I showed them my new boobs, the compliments were even more enthusiastic. I took a seat with a table full of regulars and began drinking with them. Several hours of vodka and red bulls, along with a few shots, had me as drunk as they were. Not surprisingly, the conversation turned to sex and my transformation. There were only 7 guys left, all regulars and all of them sitting at the table I was. "I can't believe how good you look Mindy," a redheaded regular, James, said to me. "You look better than 99% of the girls I know. Plus, you've got a cock that all of us at this table love as well." The table erupted in laughter at his comment as I smiled broadly across the table at James. "Speaking of that cock," another guy, Randall said. "How do you hide it so well? I've been in here and you wear some of the tightest shorts, pants and leggings, yet I've never seen any hint of a bulge. I mean those shorts you have on right now leave little to the imagination and there is no bulge." "Well, it's not like I have a massive porn star toy," I said laughing and standing up to show them the smoothness between my legs. "To be honest, I'm pretty small down there, maybe three-inches when hard and pretty tiny when not. Its not very thick either. "Also, I've been taking hormones for the past year or so," I said as I was seductively running my hand between my legs for the effect of showing them my lack of a bulge. "The hormones have caused my balls to shrink some and everything tucks very easily. If I am out in public, I have some gaffs to tuck with, but I can also tuck pretty easily in panties like I am tonight. But if you feel closely, there is some bulge to the touch." I grabbed Will's hand since he was sitting next to me and put it between my legs. The touch was the first time someone in two weeks touched me sexually. My knees buckled a little as he rubbed his hand between my legs. "What do you feel," I asked in a weak voice. "There's a little bump," Will replied. "But it doesn't feel much different than rubbing a girl's pussy through her shorts either." Instead of stopping, Will pulled me onto his lap and kept his hand between my legs, slowly stroking his hand across my tucked my cock. I could feel his cock was hard and I slowly moved my hips to grind on his cock. "So, Mindy how many guys have you fucked at the same time," Brett asked me. "Depends on what you mean," I said teasing them but enjoying the attention and the path of the conversation. "Do you mean when I was a bisexual guy? When I was a gay guy? When I was a cross dresser? Or, since I've been trans?" "All of the above," Brett asked me. "So I guess you want to know how much of a slut I am," I said, but barely was able to finish as Will moved his other hand under my tank top and began to caress my right boob and nipple. "We already know that," Brett asked me causing the table, and me, to laugh. "We just want to know if you're a sexual prude or not." "You do know I am a tranny right," I asked causing more laughter at the table. "But since you want to know, here we go. As a bi-guy, it was all one guy stuff and mostly reciprocal. As a gay guy, I had three guys at one time once and lots of two guys at the same time, but all of those were just full on orgies with everyone fucking everyone. "As a cross dresser, I was always the one getting fucked and once, it was four guys at the same time," I continued, but my breathing was difficult because Will now had my tank pulled up, exposing my tits as he was caressing both of them now. "Since going full time girl, I've had a couple threesomes, once with two girls and a couple of times with two guys at once." "So you use your cock to fuck as well," Larry asked. "Yes I do, but I really like to get fucked," I said. "I'm actually pretty submissive in the bedroom so it has to be the right circumstances for me to want to do the fucking." Will was now pulling my tank top over my head and began kissing my neck as we rubbed my tits. "Oh my god," I moaned as he kissed my neck. "You guys are going to think I'm just a slut. The bar whore. Is that what you..." "Mindy, why don't you tell them what you do for Ron and me," Dean said as he walked over and joined the conversation. "Then let them decide if you're the bar whore or not." "I let them fuck me whenever they want," I was barely able to say out loud as Will was still teasing me. "They text me to come to work early and then fuck me in the office. They fuck me when we close together as well." "So you're already the bar slut," Dean said. "You've fucked me and Ron as well several of the cooks, Stephanie and a couple of customers. "These guys already know you're a slut," Dean continued as he pulled me off Will's lap and stood me before the group. "Tell them what you are." "I am a slut," I said as Dean began to unbutton my shorts. "A tranny slut that loves to get fucked." "Good girl," he said as my shorts and panties dropped to the floor, which left me naked in front of a group of seven salivating guys. "Who wants to fuck our tranny bar slut tonight?" All seven hands went in the air. "What do you say, Mindy," Dean whispered in my ear and smacked my ass hard, which caused my to have a moan-whimper escape my mouth. "You got new boobs to look more like a girl. Do you want to act like the slutty girl you've always wanted to be and let all eight of us fuck you right now?" "Yes." "Yes, what," Dean said as he smacked my ass again causing the same moan-whimper to come out of my mouth. Before taking the hormones, I never liked to be spanked. However, the sensitivity of my skin since the hormones made getting spanked very pleasurable. "Yes. I want all eight of these hard cocks in the bar to fuck my mouth and ass. I want these guys to treat me like the tranny slut whore that I am." "Guys, I'm going to lock the door for the night," Dean said. "Get your condoms out and she's yours to do with as you please." Dean spanked my ass one more time before heading to lock the door. Within seconds, the guys surrounded me like a pack of hungry wolves. I had hands all over me and one of them immediately began working a finger in my ass. The guy in front of me starting kissing me as my hands were moved to stroke cocks on each side of me. I was bent over to start sucking one of the cocks in front of me as I felt another finger being added to my ass. It wasn't much longer before I felt cock start to work into my ass. Whoever it was, they took their time to let me open up enough for them. It was the last tenderness of the night. Once my ass opened up, he started fucking me hard. After he pulled out, I was moved to the table and put on my back. My ass was at the edge of the table, which made it perfect for them to fuck me, and my head was at the other edge, which meant my hand leaned back off the table for them to fuck my mouth. For the next thirty minutes or so (I was told the times later), they took turns in my ass and my mouth. I heard them agree to keep switching up so they wouldn't cum and save their cum for a finale at the end. However, I came early and often as they fucked me. My first orgasm sprayed cum all over my stomach and the great thing about gay guys is that they don't freak out about cum. As they fucked me, they called me every name and descriptors they could think to say. I was called "tranny slut," "sissy whore," "cock bitch," and "worthless bimbo" to name a few things. If I didn't have a cock in my mouth, I agreed and urged them to keep fucking my "tranny ass." I felt the cock in my ass pull out as well as the cock in my mouth. I was pulled off the table and was moved to in front of Will. He picked me up and positioned me so that his cock was even with my ass as my arms and legs wrapped around him so he could hold me up. He let me drop and his cock buried in my ass. "You ever had two cocks in your ass," he asked me as he started lifting and dropping me on his cock. I nodded. Immediately, I felt a second cock start to try to enter my ass. The second cock was having difficulty until Will lifted me up slightly. The second cock was able to get a little in when Will let me drop and gravity allowed the second cock to bury deep in me. My ass quickly adjusted and the two of them starting fucking me as they held me between them. After a few minutes, they exited and let me down, but I was immediately moved to a chair where Dean was sitting. I straddled his lap and lowered my ass onto his cock. Seconds later, a second cock entered my ass. For the next 45-minutes, I had two cocks in my ass and often a third in my mouth as they passed me around for their own pleasure. I wasn't able to cum anymore, but I was enjoying the pleasure as well by being their fuck toy. My mouth and ass were their playground There was no concern for me as they fucked me hard. I was fine with it because it had been two weeks since I had sex and my submissive side was happy knowing I was able to turn them on as well as have pleasure with my new body. I heard one of them say they needed to cum and several others agreed. I was moved to my knees as they began to circle around me and stroked their cocks. The first guy came on my new tits while the second guy sprayed his cum on my face immediately after. Most of the guys came on my face, which dripped down and covered my chest as well. A couple of shots went in my eyes, which made it difficult to see as they finished. By the time they finished, I was covered in cum, but couldn't see much since there was also a lot of cum in my eyes. I heard them start to get dressed as Dean gave me a towel to clean me off with. As I cleaned off, they each paid their bar tabs. They each left, but before they left, each of them gave me a short kiss and told me how much fun they had. I told them I expect them to be there Saturday when I worked, but not to expect this again. Once they left, I got dressed as Dean cleaned the bar. I helped him finish the cleaning before we were able to leave. "Can I stay with you tonight," I asked Dean. "Lance is out of town and I've slept alone too much the last two weeks." Thirty minutes later, I was on all fours and Dean was fucking me doggy style. I was happy to be able to be a slut again.