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New Mother, New Life Pt. 01

By: Cara_Elaine



When I was born I was immediately given up for adoption. I was what was known as a 'Magdalene baby', a product of 20th century catholic Ireland where women who conceived out of wedlock were sent to a convent to give birth and work like a slave in the laundry as penance for their 'sin'. The church made life cruel for these women and to make things worse most were separated from their child at birth.

I was told that I was immediately taken from my natural mother at birth and given to my adoptive family. I have had a wonderful family life and could not have asked for more but I did yearn to know more about my genetic mother so, aged 23, I set about finding her.

The process of finding her was much simpler than I had imagined. The name Helen Rosin McKee and a date of birth were given to me by the state adoption agency. She was born in 1965 meaning she would have been only 14 when she gave birth to me. I felt heartbroken when I realised this.

Within a couple of hours of searching online I was sure I had found the person I was looking for; she was a prominent dressmaker for the rich and famous based in Hammersmith, London. Once I saw her photo online I was almost certain it had to be her. I built up the courage to write her an email:

"Dear Helen, This may seem like a complete shot in the dark but I was given up for adoption by a woman of your name on June 9th 1979. I wonder if it was you. If not, then please write back so that I can continue my search. If it is you, then please write back because I would love to meet you. If you do not wish to meet me then I understand and I will leave you be. I would like to get to know you and share my life with you.

Sincerely, Charlie"

Two days later I received an email:

"My Dearest Charlie, I never expected this day would come. I was forced to give you up on the day you were born and have thought about you every day since. I have regretted everything about this and I am very sorry about what happened. I would love to meet you and get to know the person you have become. Helen"

Here we were, separated by all these years, and living less than 10 miles away from each other in London. It was indeed a small world. After exchanging a few emails we agreed that there was a lot to talk about and arranged to meet. 

I had promised myself to be completely honest with Helen because, emotionally, I had nothing to lose, only to gain. My seemingly 'perfect' family life had been marred by lying and dishonesty with my parents over a number of things, especially the fact that I was a transvestite. 

Twice during my teenage years women's clothes were found in my room and thrown out by my mother, no questions asked. The last couple of years had seen my cross-dressing intensify since leaving home and I knew it was something deep inside of me which I could not ignore. 

I kept my body trim and my skin smooth because I loved feeling feminine. The gender confusion sometimes felt so strong that it felt like cross-dressing was not enough. Regardless of what I felt, there was no reason why I should tell any lie to this person.

At 2pm on a pleasant spring day I went to meet Helen at her favourite riverside restaurant. I was very nervous waiting there for her and even more nervous when she walked in and I saw how amazingly beautiful she was in person. 

Her long blonde hair fell to one side of her shoulders and she wore a stylish, sexy figure-hugging leopard print dress which showed off her amazing legs and hourglass figure. Her platform heels made her seem taller than me. She was truly a femme fatale. 

When she removed her sunglasses I saw her face for the first time in person. She looked so young, certainly younger than her 37 years, I would never have believed her to be my mother only for our shared characteristics; big blue eyes, high cheekbones and exactly the same cute little nose. It was uncanny and as our eyes met we both knew that this was for real. 

"Charlie?"

"Helen?"

I stood up and we both nervously smiled as we didn't know whether to hug or shake hands. We hugged tightly and wept with both happiness and sadness.

"Oh my, you...you look just like, oh God...it's great to see you," she said in a well spoken slightly posh English accent, visibly shaking a little, just like I was. 

Her eyes did all the talking and I could not take my gaze from deep beyond them. It was like I was looking into my own soul. She stared back intently as we cherished this moment.

"You are more beautiful than I had imagined...wow! Now I knew where my good looks came from!" I nervously joked, which made us both laugh.

We sat down at the table, both of us feeling awkward and weird. Once the wine flowed, so did the conversation. She had gotten pregnant by a young teacher with whom she had been infatuated but he disappeared to the U.S. once their secret was out. There was no option but to give up the baby and she was eternally remorseful about that. She had moved to London aged 16 and cut her career in dressmaking never to return to Ireland.

She asked about my life and I trotted out some boring things about myself. I was entranced by her beauty and felt so excited that I just blurted out that I loved her dress and I asked her where she bought it.

"It's an original." she said, "I made it myself, like a lot of the dresses I wear. Why? Do you like fashion?"

"I love women's fashion. It's so...I dunno..." I said, tailing off.

"Are you gay Charlie?" she asked frankly without any hesitation.

"No, I'm not gay...but I am a transvestite." I admitted, firmly and honestly.

Her eyes lit up and her whole face smiled:

"That's perfectly normal Charlie. I'm sorry for asking you that. You are young and free and there's no need to conform to silly stereotypes. I meet all sorts of people in my line of work."

Her reaction comforted me in a way that I had never felt before. She was warm and affectionate, upbeat and open-minded...the very same personality as me...and I felt like I had found what had been missing from my life all this time.

"You know, before you were born I was certain that I was carrying a girl." she said.

"Weird" I replied, "but it kind of makes sense, I was sure I was a girl all through my childhood. All my cousins were girls and they practically raised me so I feel more comfortable around women than men."

"Too right," said Helen, "if I have to be honest I really don't have much time for men. If you ask me it's all about girl power!" We both laughed.

"So you don't have a boyfriend then?" I asked, genuinely perplexed, looking at this stunning woman who could have her choice of any man.

"Why would I tie myself down with one man? I do prefer the company of my girlfriends but guys can be fun sometimes too. I guess you'd call me bisexual or maybe more of a 'lipstick lesbian' if you had to put a label on it!"

My jaw nearly hit the table. This wonderful beautiful free spirit was being so honest and genuine with me that I felt humble and lucky to have found her. As we talked I could not take my eyes off her and I hung on every soft word she spoke.

We left the restaurant and took a walk by the river in search of a nice place to continue the reunion of a lifetime. We stepped into a quaint pub and ordered some white wine. We spoke more about life. She did most of the talking. Her stories of flings and affairs with random eighties pop stars astonished me. 

I was enthralled with her life and everything about her; her beautiful blue eyes which looked youthful, adventurous and wild, her long blonde hair falling around her slender neck, her beautiful breasts bursting out of her revealing dress which caught the glances of almost every passing man. I didn't just idolise this woman, I wanted to be her!

We left the pub at about 8pm, by now quite drunken but very happy. After 10 minutes walk we found ourselves at Helen's house. It was a large apartment where she both lived and worked with a comfortable living space and a huge variety of various dresses and costumes at the workshop end of the apartment. 

"Be a sweetie and undo my zip please." she said turning her back to me holding her hair bunched up on top of her head revealing her elegant neck.

I unzipped her dress and it peeled away from her body suddenly leaving her there in her underwear; a white bra and panties with nude shiny hold-up stockings. Her slightly perspired skin glistened in the light and the scent of her perfume was wildly enticing. 

Her body looked incredible. She turned around and bent down to pick up her dress, her full, orb-like breasts seeming to spill over the top of her white bra. Her small silky panties seemed perfectly moulded to her hips and the shiny tights drew my eyes to her sexy legs. 

I remember how lucky I felt at that moment as I looked at this beautiful woman, both vulnerable and sexy in her state of undress, and more than accepting of me, a virtual stranger in her presence. I felt a real connection.

"Come, put these on." she said, handing me a pair of black knickers.

I was shocked: 

"Wha...?" 

"Well, you've already told me that you prefer women's clothes so why spend a moment longer dressed in those things when you would be happier in something of mine?", Helen said in a matter-of-fact tone.

I didn't hesitate and couldn't take my clothes off fast enough. I pulled the black silk panties up my legs and snugly around my crotch. At that moment I felt happier than at any time in my life so far. Here I was actually being encouraged to dress up! 

Helen then gave me a matching black bra and black stockings which I slipped into like an expert. A pair of her panties padded each D-cup of my bra. She held up a silk negligee for me to slip my arms into:

"Come on so Charlie, let's do your makeup and see what a pretty girl we can make of you!"

Helen took her time doing my makeup. She blitzed around me using ten times more products than I would have normally used. As she worked away, at least twice I noticed her body sensually touching and brushing against mine. 

Without letting me look at myself, she took a long blonde wig from one of the many cupboards of her work area and I put it on. Finally, she allowed me to look in the mirror and I had to fight back the tears from the emotion I felt. We could have been long lost sisters. We hugged lovingly making up for all the lost years.

She led me to the far side of the apartment where garments and costumes of all sorts hung. I tried on lots of clothes most of which were Helen's own creations. Her eye for fashion was incredible and she took photos of me wearing some of the dresses. 

She chose a blue lycra mini-dress for me to wear for the evening. It felt divine on my skin. We retired to the living room for a cup of tea. Helen kept the conversation going:

"You look so pretty, you look more like a Charlotte than a Charlie... yes, Charlotte, Lottie perhaps?! Your youth and good looks are an asset to you and don't you ever forget that. When I was younger I became an escort to make ends meet. It was my own decision and I was always in control. My clients were wealthy and I made a lot of money catering to their needs. I know men better than they know themselves. That's why I prefer women. I think men are the weaker sex and women are stronger. I count myself lucky to have such insight into humanity but the downside is that I don't think very highly of men anymore. You are obviously not the average male and I would love to share what I know with you. Do you understand what I mean?" 

"Is it that all men are pigs?" I asked.

"Well, not necessarily, but they are sexually weak in comparison to women and once you understand that, it can be exploited to one's advantage. Sex is there to be enjoyed and if you really enjoy doing something then why not be paid to do it?! I believe that most people have to wrong attitude to sex. If you want to do something then you should do it. I have had very few regrets living my life like this. Charlie... my dear Charlotte," she took my hand in both of hers and looked me in the eyes," I would love for you to understand and share in the wonderful life that I've had. You should use your beauty to your advantage and get the most out of life".

"You look gorgeous Charlotte. I've had many transsexual clients over the years and most of them would kill for your looks. How do you feel about dressing up like this? Is it just a sexual thrill or something you would like to do more full-time?" she enquired, trying to understand me.

"I don't know really, a bit of both maybe?" I suggested.

"I did notice how very turned on you were trying on those dresses earlier, your little cock was weeping" she said, her sexy mouth dancing and her white teeth beaming as she smiled.

I blushed.

"If it is a fetish then you then you will probably want to change back once you've had sexual release" she said suggestively, "would you like me to help to release some of that pent up tension?"

As she said this her hand moved up my inner thigh across the soft material of my dress which sent an instant message to my cock to swell up and bulge out of my knickers beneath my tight dress.

"Once you learn how to take control, things become very enjoyable." she said, talking lowly, almost whispering, in my ear.

Her hand moved gracefully up to my swollen cock. I almost felt an electric shock when she grabbed hold of it through the silky soft material and squeezed it gently while looking me in the eye. 

"Would you like to become part of my world?...To understand the power that a woman holds over a man?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes mum" I said, confused and entranced, realising that it was the first time I'd referred to her as 'mum'.

"Call me Helen, Charlotte. Think of me as your big sister, here to teach you the ways of the world."

She kissed me lingeringly on the lips, the taste of her lipstick and soft sensual mouth was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted. A million thoughts shot through my mind at once. Was this wrong? Was this right? If it was wrong, it felt very nice. 

There was no denying the attraction I felt for this woman from the moment I first saw her and everything she spoke about all day had made complete sense to me. We were soul-mates to say the least...with the ultimate physical bond. 

She was so worldly that I felt like my sheltered life had kept me living in ignorance, unaware of what was really going on around me. The moment of that kiss had felt like an awakening...as if I had been reborn. 

Helen stood up in front of me and undone the tie of her negligee to reveal her underwear. Her white bra held her double D breasts into the sexiest cleavage I had ever seen up close in real life. 

Her slim waist curved down to her feminine hips. Her white silk high-cut panties which she had been wearing all day appeared bright and flawless against her tanned skin and the large lips of her pussy formed a visible silk silhouette. 

"What do you want Charlie?" she asked provocatively.

I couldn't answer. 

"Would you like to touch it?"

I leaned forward submissively and she urged my head towards her crotch with her hand. My mouth and nose met her soft panties and began to lick the thin material which covered her pussy. 

My nose pushed between her pussy lips as deep as her panties would allow me. I circled my head to stimulate her by flicking my nose against them as deeply as possible, trying to trigger it. I could feel her pussy getting wetter.

She moaned with restrained pleasure as I did so which made me want to go further and deeper. The scent of her pussy was the best I had ever tasted and I yearned to touch its flesh. My hands rested on her soft smooth legs and the strongest desire I had ever felt for a woman overcame me. 

I licked and sucked her lips through her panties enlarging and swelling them. Her panties were now wet from her juices which I drank down with pure uninhibited thirst.

With seductive grace she slid her panties off and gently pushed me back in my seat. She lifted my dress back to expose my crotch. My cock was rock solid, almost in pain, and weeping with pre-cum from this magical experience. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips once more. My mouth must have oozed the scent of her pussy juices. 

Her hand dropped to my cock. Her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of my cock and back of my balls with a firm grip and pulled them away from my crotch stretching my genitals out away from my body like they were some useless appendage. 

Her other hand then touched me in a place I'd never been touched before. Her finger rubbed furiously on the area between my balls and my ass, flicking across the skin and swollen cartilage at the very base of my erection.

I moaned with unbridled ecstasy as she did and would have come except for the tight grip she had of my genitals. She moved forward on to my lap with the swollen, damp lips of her vagina touching the bulging head of my 7" cock. 

I could not believe that I had been brought to the edge of cumming so many times already that evening and I could not bear much more. Her moist pussy lips enveloped the head of my cock teasingly and rested in that position as she squatted above me. Her cleavage of her soft breasts brushed against my face and her hard nipples prodded through the soft satin material of her bra.

Looking into my eyes, with one gentle movement she pushed forward and I was inside her. Momentarily, I worried about cumming inside of her and making her pregnant but her confidence in the lead role made me feel at ease. 

She thrust her hips back and forth along my cock, sliding herself along it at an awkward angle giving the feeling of maximum friction for both of us. My cock swelled even bigger within her as it sloshed around the heavy juices and walls of her cavity. 

I could not bear to take anymore and groaned in a higher and higher pitch as I began to climax. As she heard this she seemed to switch on automatically, mimicking and matching each of my groans like an echo of pure desire. 

We looked deep into each other's eyes and felt an amazing bond. She thrust her hips with rhythm lowering herself on me with my cock going deeper and deeper until I hit her g-spot. 

A huge gush of warm wet orgasm sprayed onto the head of my cock, surrounding it and causing a smooth slimy vacuum within her cavity which triggered a loud wail from me as my cock exploded.

As I wailed and came, she pushed herself up firmly from my lap, suddenly releasing my cock and leaving me there spurting semen all over myself and the beautiful blue dress which she had so graciously given me earlier. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of what I'd done but she looked at me smiling:

"You see what I mean about the power of a woman? You would never have had the courage to initiate sex with me but when I took the lead you just followed. Don't feel ashamed, it's just because you are male. Stick with me girl and I will show you how to get what you want when you want and enjoy every minute of it!"

She slipped back into her negligee and as she walked to the bedroom I could see the all the seductive confidence and elegance of a Hollywood sex siren. She was amazing. She was everything I aspired to be. I wanted her. I would do anything to be her. What did she mean by "stick with me"? 

I cleaned myself up a little but sitting there in the wet semen-stained dress I tried to make sense of the wonderful and crazy day I'd just had. She was the sexiest, most inspirational, most uninhibited person I had ever met. 

I kept wondering what she meant by "stick with me". Was she inviting me into her life? If she was then there was no question that I wanted to stick around and learn the ways of the world from her.

To be continued...

New Mother, New Life Pt. 02



I stayed at Helen's that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower.

She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde hair appeared golden as the water ran down her slim and smooth tanned back, while a perfectly pert bum took my breath away. Its two cheeks, rounded and full, surely the result of a disciplined fitness regime, seemed to defy gravity just standing there. I was starting to stare at the water running over her beautiful bottom when she noticed I was there and suddenly turned around.

"Good morning Charlie," she said chirpily, turning around to face me apparently not caring that I had been watching her.

As she turned, my eyes naturally fell from her breasts to her front midriff and then down to her pussy. It was completely smooth of any hair allowing me to see every detail. Her outer lips formed a beautifully enticing slit from which the pink inner labia protruded slightly downwards, dripping with water from the shower. Once again, she caught me blatantly staring at her body with pure lust.

"Come, take off that wig and jump in with me and I'll give you a scrub," she said, "this is a really nice salt scrub and it will make your skin feel lovely and soft."

I took off the wig I'd been wearing all night and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My natural brown hair, after becoming trapped beneath the wig cap, made it appear flattened and weird. Not masculine, but not feminine either. The makeup residue on my face, mainly around my eyes, and the pink silk nightie I was wearing still tipped the balance of gender towards female but my hair, too long for a boy too messy for a girl just made me look androgynous.

I both hated and relished it at the same time. I loved how the makeup made me look and feel... even though it was messed up now... but I hated how my flattened down hair was a dead giveaway as to my real gender. Helen gave me a facecloth with some baby oil on it and I wiped the makeup from my face. It gave me a most refreshing feeling that felt even better once I remembered how cleansed and fresh she appeared under the shower.

Next, she washed my hair in shampoo and then conditioner after I knelt down in front of her, her fingers gently massaging my scalp, and the scent of the products seemed to awaken my feminine senses. As she moved behind me, every brush of her soft, wet, naked body against mine, felt amplified. 

I felt my cock growing slowly, a little with every pulse until I knew I had a full hard-on hidden between my legs. I felt embarrassed that this was happening while I was being treated so kindly, so I tried and tried to make it go away, out of respect at least! I tried to get my mind to accept that this situation was normal and I should feel comfortable and not aroused. It was difficult but finally my erection mostly subsided.

After rinsing my hair, she scooped up some scrubbing gel and began rubbing my skin all over my body. It felt a little rough and uncomfortable, but once she had finished I could instantly feel how silky soft my skin had become, as I had never felt it before. 

Then she scrubbed my feet with a pedicure board making them feel unbelievably smooth and soft. I just had to touch them, out of sheer amazement! I felt like I had the feet of a princess! I was amazed at how much softer and smoother I felt after a few simple minutes in the shower with her.

She then told me to get up, so I stood in directly in front of her. While only a couple inches shorter than my 5'7" frame, I suddenly found myself face to face with what seemed to be a beautiful angel. The water soaked her golden hair and cascaded down over her lightly tanned breasts. 

Her nipples were hard and pointed surrounded by the fullness and suppleness of a double D chest. She looked up into my eyes with that stare we both had been giving each other since we met barely 24 hours ago.

Standing there so closely, almost touching yet not quite... it was creating more electricity than ever between the two of us. She leaned forward ever so slightly. Her pursed lips very gently met my wet cheek. Her nipples and breasts pressed lightly against my chest. My cock became fully erect instantly and its head rose to touch the lips of her pussy. I heard the sound of a loud lingering kiss on my left cheek and I closed my eyes and listened to the water splash on our bodies.

My instinct was telling me to fuck her right at that moment. Something else inside of me was telling me to hold back and enjoy the thrill of this sensuous feeling. So close to each other and barely touching I felt happiness and pride that I was here with Helen. My body would have to learn to overcome these physical feelings I had for her if we were going to have any normal sort of relationship in the future.

Was she just playing with me for fun, or was there something more to this, some sort of lesson to be learned? I could tell from last night that she really enjoyed sex in the most uninhibited manner. If I were talking about anyone else in the same way, I would say that they were a slut. However, I certainly couldn't call her that. Not just because she was my mother, but because she also lived her life as a free spirit. For her, sex was just another expression of that freedom.

I had to stop myself from over-complicating everything... and embracing Helen our wet, smooth bodies came into full contact. Her breasts squeezing into my chest, my hands dropping down and groping her sexy bum and our hearts seemingly at one with nothing left to say. My cock was primed and pressing against her cute, wet tummy when she dropped down to her knees in front of me. 

She began to stroke my cock while looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes. She knew exactly how to press a man's buttons, as her pursed lips twitched teasingly, sending my brain wild with excitement. After only a few moments, I suddenly came hard as a big burst of cum shot out of my cock and all over her face. I had never cum so fast in my life from a hand job. Globs of cum spattered her face. She rubbed it into her skin.

"It's really good for the complexion, you know," she said, smiling brightly.

"Really? I shouldn't waste any then!" I joked.

I realised that she did not allow semen to enter her mouth just as she had avoided me cumming into her pussy the night before. She liked to play it safe, and I was relieved to see she did have some boundaries. She wiped the semen from her face with a facecloth and we dried ourselves with towels. As I did so I still could not get over how soft my skin was becoming, especially my feet. Helen noticed me feeling my feet so often.

"You really ought to take better care of yourself. You should treat your body better than a normal man would," she said.

"Well... I've had no idea what to do, to be completely honest," I admitted, "But I'm learning!"

We sat at the table in her kitchen and had coffee and toast for breakfast. It was a sunny Friday morning.

"So what do you have planned for the day?" Helen asked.

"Well I should have been at work this morning, but that's not going to happen now," I replied, "Oh, the joys of the call centre... I definitely didn't expect to be working there after I graduated from Art College."

"How did you end up there?" she asked.

"It was the first job I got when I came to London. Its genuinely soul-crushing having to repeat the same sales spiel two hundred times a day, to people who don't want to hear from you in the first place. Anyway, with such low sales, the wages barely cover the rent on my crappy one bedroom apartment. I've been warned already about missing shifts so I'm not looking forward to going in on Monday now either," I said with an air of acceptance.

"Don't worry these things always work themselves out. You didn't answer my question though... what are your plans for the day?" she said, trying to cheer me up by changing the topic.

"I was thinking maybe a haircut and an afternoon in the pub," I replied, only half-enthused about the first activity and resigned to the latter.

"Why would a young person like you with everything going for them wish to spend the day in a pub?" she asked, "You'll end up old before your time, and you have such a lovely thick head of hair, why cut it all off? I think you are missing the creativity from your life. What happened to the art student in you?"

"He crawled into a hole when the real world reared its ugly head!" I said, half-joking but realising that she had hit a raw nerve with me.

Helen spoke with breathtaking wisdom for someone who looked just a few years older than I was.

"When I was your age I was fierce and fearless. You should have that same look in your eyes but you look a little jaded... a bit downtrodden. Would you like to spend the weekend here with me? We do have plenty of catching up to do after all..."

"I don't have any clean clothes with me," was my pathetic excuse. 

I was partly afraid that this weekend would turn into an incestuous head-fuck that would taint all the admiration I had developed for Helen. What if I never saw her again... after what had happened between us? How could I live with myself knowing that I met my real mother, fucked her for a weekend, and would never see her again?

"We can wash your clothes, you can then wear anything of mine you like," she said.

"Okay...that sounds good..." I said, a smile developing from the corner of my mouth. The little fetish-devil in my brain went into overdrive just thinking about all the sexy clothes I had seen the night before in her work area wardrobes. Deep down I just wanted to spend more time with her as she was the coolest people I had ever met.

"Anyway, I have work to finish today and I need another pair of hands, so having you here will be perfect," she said with the accomplished skill of a true artist.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

"I have a costume that needs to be worked on, and it can be done much faster with a second pair of hands to help me," she said, "but no work is going to be done while we sit around in dressing gowns."

"Come on, this will be fun, I promise!" she said energetically, rushing from the table to her bedroom with me following her about like a lamb.

Helen's bedroom was large and tidy apart from various curious mementos on the walls. She took clothes from drawers and wardrobes and laid them on her bed. Black leggings, lace knickers and a beautiful long white patterned blouse.

"You'll need comfy clothes for working in babe, so try these on, if you don't like them you can try something else... you look like you are growing a little bit of chest hair girl!" she taunted.

"I shave it off every week but it keeps coming," I said, embarrassed.

"Well, we'll see what we can do about that later shall we?" she teased, "First let's get dressed and do some work."

I slid the black knickers on followed by the leggings. They felt very snug. The pretty, long blouse was next. I did it up but was not satisfied.

"Helen, do you have a bra I can wear?" I asked.

"Yes, the bra you wore last night is there. But you really should try to wear something comfortable or work won't be as enjoyable" she advised.

"I would prefer to wear a bra...it just feels better to me when I'm wearing everything else," my tranny logic insisted.

I got fully dressed and Helen gave me a pair of black ballet flats to wear with my outfit. I felt great, very feminine and demure. After I shaved my slight overnight face stubble, I took a look a closer look at myself in the mirror. My appearance did not match my feelings, as I still looked like a moppy-haired boy. Helen placed a hair band on my head taking the hair off my face and I instantly felt a little more feminine. She then spent some time doing my make-up in a natural light, making me look more like how I felt.

Now my face looked like I had never seen it before. In the past, I had always applied loads of make up or none. This neutral foundation made my skin tone look naturally unblemished as if I only had a little eye make-up on. Combined with the hair-band on my natural hair I felt pretty without really trying to look overly glamorous. I looked and felt more like an everyday girl. Deep down this felt like a real accomplishment, and delighted me beyond belief.

We spent the afternoon working on a fantasy costume for a television production. It was a beautiful medieval style green velvet gown with complex braided ribbons of different colours all around the hem. We overlapped the different ribbons together to form the braid and Helen sewed it to the hem while I held the material. It was interesting to watch her working so skilfully, and she spoke the whole time as she went, explaining to me what she was doing.

When we took a break Helen told me what she had planned for this evening. 

"My friend Paola will be coming round later. I think you'll like her, she's a crazy Italian and so much fun! We do each other's waxing every once in a while, it saves going to the salon and paying someone else to do it. We're going out together tomorrow night if you'd like to come," she said.

"Maybe, where are you going?" I asked.

"There's a club night that runs once a month in East London called FetEXotic," she replied.

"A fetish night?" I asked, realising that this was a real opportunity for me to dress up again.

"Yes, a fetish night" she said, "We've been going there for a couple of years. It's a really good club with nice people. You could even come dressed as a woman, what do you think?"

"Yes definitely, that sounds cool!" I said, absolutely delighted.

"Great. I'll just give Paola a call and be right back," she said with a smile, actually spending quite a while on the phone while I filed and shaped my nails with an emery board.

At 6pm we had finished working on the dress when the doorbell rang. I felt nervous and sheepish immediately, in case anyone came to the door and saw me dressed as I was, so I stayed at the far end of the apartment hoping that if anyone looked in the door they would not recognise me as male.

A loud and very sexy female voice at the door instantly grabbed my attention.

"Ciao, 'Elen," went the Italian voice speaking in wonderful voluptuous sounding vowels. I turned my head to see that she was far from voluptuous. At the door was a stunningly slim Italian woman, with long black wavy hair, wearing a high-fashion loose patterned jumpsuit. The long frontal slit almost down to her navel exposed her smooth flat chest bone and the silk material gently caressed the shape of her braless very pert breasts to each side of it.

The legs of the shimmering suit were baggy but fastened around her ankles with long cuffs. Her feet were adorned by stylish, and expensive looking, roman-styled high-heeled sandals. Not many women would ever dare to pull off this outfit, but Paola had all the looks and confidence of a Milano model, which I would later discover she had been in her younger days.

"Hi, I'm Paola, and you must be 'Elen's child..." she said to me.

"'Elen you have never told me how pretty your daughter is!" she said loudly, speaking to Helen but looking at me with her vivacious eyes and bright smile.

"Hi, I'm Lottie, nice to meet you," I said, all of my nerves completely put at ease by her obvious warmth and friendliness.

Paola had the bone structure and body of a goddess and I appreciated it more closely as she approached me for a kiss. She smelt of a gorgeous perfume and her wavy black hair felt supernatural when it brushed across my face as we pecked each other on the cheek. She was probably the most exotic beautiful woman I had ever been introduced to and I quickly gelled with this likeable person.

Helen and Paola chatted over coffee about people I didn't know but I listened with intent for the sheer entertainment value of their conversation. Having spent the entire day dressed as a female I had completely forgotten that I was cross-dressed and I felt very comfortable there in such pleasant company. I sat on the couch with my legs curled up drinking my coffee and bursting out laughing every time Paola made a joke, which was often. Helen and I laughed so much at one stage we both nearly choked on our coffees! I couldn't remember enjoying myself like that for a long, long time... 

"So now, I must play the bitch for you!" said Paola, looking at me and waving a pack of wax strips she took from her handbag.

"The wax-pot's heated up, let's get changed," Helen said, ushering me into her bedroom.

Helen changed into her nightie and gave me pink silk pyjamas to wear.

"Have you ever had waxing done?" she asked as we were changing.

"My ex-girlfriend tried it on my chest once and I said never again!" I said, worried about the imminent pain I might possibly receive.

"Your ex did it? She probably didn't know what she was doing. Don't worry, Paola is excellent, we've been doing each other for years. It doesn't hurt when you use the right technique," she assured me.

We came back into the lounge and Paola had changed into a short black loose dress, which showed off her long brown catwalk legs. I was mesmerised and fighting to stop myself getting an erection from the silky material brushing against the head of my suddenly growing cock so sat back curled up on the far side of the big couch. Paola started by waxing Helen as I watched and they chatted for about 15 minutes. Then it was my turn.

Luckily, I had controlled my erection sitting there by trying to normalize the situation of being amongst two beautiful women peeling their clothes off in front of me so my cock was flaccid but there was a small wet patch of pre-cum on the pink pyjamas, which I had no idea about.

"'Elen, she will ruin your pyjamas with 'er little surprise!" Paola said teasingly, "Come on... take off your pants and come over 'ere."

I obliged, gladly. I lay on my back on a towel on the couch. Paola looked at my flaccid cock.

"Oh, this is not Irish dick! It is too small!" she exclaimed in her thick Italian accent and then laughing mockingly.

"It gets bigger," I said defensively, feeling a little embarrassed but once I realised that this was exactly the reaction she was looking for I instantly saw the funny side.

"Touch it and it will get bigger!" I joked.

Helen and Paola laughed.

"No, you can touch it and keep it out of my way please, I don't want to see it winking up at me," she laughed, and got on with the job.

She plopped a large dollop of hot wax on my skin and pressed the wax strip firmly upon it with her hand, pulling it off suddenly and pressing her cool hand over the area right away, which took the most of the sting out of it. She repeated this technique all over my body and I wondered why waxing had gotten such a reputation for being painful. Afterwards, my skin did feel tingly but that was more than bearable as the touch of my extra smooth skin was divine. It had never felt this good from shaving.

The feeling of the silk pyjamas moving on my now denuded skin made me feel more feminine that I had ever felt. I savoured each movement I made as the silk brushed against me, accentuating my warm feline feeling. I was told to take my makeup off as my eyebrows could do with a tidy-up and I was glad of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, as my erect cock was once again becoming a noticeable embarrassment.

I returned from the bathroom a few minutes later and Paola waxed my eyebrows. She assured me that she would do a metro-sexual male brow tidy-up on me and she wouldn't make it look feminine. I was nervous, as I had no idea what she was doing because I could not see but both she and Helen appeared happy with the result.




New Mother, New Life Pt. 02



I went to the bathroom and saw that far from giving me semi-masculine eyebrows she had formed my brows into a very large feminine arches above my brow! I was amazed as it had changed the whole appearance of my face without make-up and I loved it! However, how would I explain this one at work? Prank? I didn't care. I couldn't stop looking at it and was eager to try out my new look as soon as possible. 

I asked Helen if I could use her make-up to do myself up while she waxed Paola. She told me to use whatever I wanted and warned me not to take a shower right after waxing. Fifteen minutes later I felt more than presentable, as I re-entered the lounge in my pyjamas to hang out with the girls. They were discussing what they were going to wear tomorrow.

"What shoe size do you take Lottie?" asked Paola handing me one of her sandals, "You look like you have long feet like mine."

Her shoe fit me, and she then passed me the second one.

"I think I'll be able to bring something nice for you tomorrow," she said, "Something very sexy."

"That reminds me, I've something nice for you too," said Helen, and she went to one of her wardrobes at the end of the apartment and came back with a beautiful black corset, "You should try this on for a while tonight or it might feel uncomfortable to wear for a long time tomorrow."

I had seen corsets before but had no idea how they worked. Helen wrapped it loosely around my back and clipped in the fastenings up at the front. She tensioned up the black ribbons at the rear, which made it feel snug on my body. She then told me to breathe in and she tightened the ribbons further, and to my surprise couldn't breathe out again... the corset had taken control of my body!

"Okay, that should do it for now, let's just let you get used to it for a while then we'll do it up again later," she said.

The corset felt good. It pressed firmly and wholly against my body. My torso felt like it had been suddenly dosed up with steroids or something because the strength of the corset felt like my own flesh and bone. My whole upper body felt supported from my straightened posture and this gave me a feeling of real confidence. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe how curved and feminine my waist felt. It was like a dream come true.

At Helen's insistence I put my top back on and we went through a wardrobe of hers full of club wear. There were so many rubber fantasy outfits and accessories that I was beginning to realise how wealthy she must be to have bought all this stuff. There was more than enough selection for me to choose from so we decided to leave the final decision until the following night.

After 30 minutes of wearing the corset, Helen asked me how I was and if I would like it tightened. It felt so snug and had given me such marvellous support that I had almost forgotten that I was wearing it. She told me to breathe in and once again I was not able to breathe out as I felt it tighten even more, this time more to my lower abdomen. It felt stiffer and more restrictive but at the same time more supportive and it made my waist look incredibly tiny to me. I thought I knew my body but Helen was proving to me that I did not.

Paola left a short time later promising to see us at 6pm the following day and I helped Helen to prepare dinner. After half an hour she asked if I thought I could handle another tightening of the corset. Feeling like I was becoming moulded into the shape I wanted I agreed straight away. I could hardly take a deeper breath but I tried and she tightened it to what felt like my absolute limit. My upper abdomen was squeezed even tighter and I felt my internal organs push right up into my rib cage.

This time it was uncomfortable and told her so. My breath was so short I barely felt like I was alive but I could now feel my pulse throb my body like a drum with every heartbeat.

"We'll give you 20 minutes, shall we? No pain, no gain!" she taunted.

I was with her on that and she told me that if I stayed like this for too long it could be bad for me. Despite the potential danger it felt exhilarating! After 20 minutes she released the ribbons of the corset and I felt a simultaneous feeling of relief from the restrictive feeling and sadness that I was losing my feminine shape. After over an hour of wearing the corset, I now felt naked without it.

"You did very well, I'm surprised," she said, "You will have no problem wearing a corset for a night out. Just don't get carried away and tell me if you're feeling unwell, I'll loosen it up for you."

"Would it be dangerous to put the corset back on now?" I asked, "Even just a little bit? I really liked it..."

"Okay, take a break from it for a while and I'll put it on you then. Just a little bit, mind, just for support," she said cautiously.

After dinner Helen went into her spare room near the front door and spent a while tidying up as I watched telly. She called me in and showed it to me.

"What do you think?" she asked, "This can be your room."

It was not a bad room, despite having no windows, but it was spacious with a big comfortable looking double bed. I noticed a large mirror fitted to the ceiling but did not pass comment because I realised it probably had something to do with her time as an escort.

"Aw, thanks, it's lovely," I said, genuinely impressed and grateful for the love and hospitality I was receiving. I wondered if she meant that this was my room for the weekend or for longer than that. I hoped, and somehow deep down I knew, that I was welcome in this room for as long as I wished to stay here.

We went to bed before 11 that night and I could not sleep for a while. The feeling of the silken bed sheets on my smooth, waxed body along with the beautiful, crazy, sexual day drove me to distraction and I masturbated a couple of times before I fell asleep exhausted.

I slept so well that it was almost lunchtime when I woke. Helen was up and working away at the workshop end of the apartment. I got dressed in my jeans and one of her over-sized t-shirts, which fit me nicely, and we went for a brisk, long walk by the river. We sat down for brunch outside a nice cafe enjoying the lazy buzz of Saturday lunchtime in London and watching the people pass. She was staring at me smiling:

"You look so different with your eye-brows like that," she said insistently, "They really suit you!"

"My God, I am going to get the piss ripped out of me again by the guys at work on Monday," I said, "I suppose they will grow back , eventually. Don't get me wrong, I really liked them last night when I had make-up on but while I'm going about my business as a casual guy like this, I just look like an off-duty drag queen!"

Helen burst out laughing as I continued.

"Tell me, what girl would go off with a guy with eyebrows like mine?! None! This has set my potential love life back at least six months. Thanks a lot Paola!" 

"So, how has your love-life been for the last six months? Any girls?" asked Helen, making it sound like a rhetorical question.

"None in the last six months," I answered regretfully, "but there was one last Halloween, she was pretty hot and she seemed keen. Granted that was eight months ago though..." 

"So, how did that go?" she asked.

"We had two dates and had sex on the second. She cried when we had sex, actually. I didn't hear from her again," I said with a tone of rejection in my voice.

"Not much luck with girls then. What about boys? Have you ever been with a man?" she asked.

"Yes, a couple of times," I said, trying to choose my next few words carefully so as not to give her the wrong idea about me. "I have met a couple of people online in the past year and we met in person, one was a transvestite and one was a guy," I said cautiously, awaiting her reaction...

"And...?" was all I was prompted with.

"They were both amazing experiences. They were unusual, but really good experiences," I said.

"So, you like cock then?" she said very matter-of-factly.

Helen didn't pull any punches and her abrupt nature was beginning to get under my skin.

"Yes, both of them had lovely cocks and I enjoyed playing with them immensely!" I said loudly and indignantly, not caring about the couple close by having their lunch at the next table, "Can we order food now?"

Helen smiled and looked straight down at the menu with one eyebrow raised. I was a little angry but my natural empathy to this woman just made me want to smile every time she did that. I thought about the reaction of the couple next to us stopping mid-conversation and dropping their cutlery and that made me smile even more. After lunch we walked home arm in arm.

Long after the promised '6pm', Paola arrived at the apartment casually mumbling Italian swear-words as she struggled with two large laundry bags, dropping them on the floor once through the door.

"Catso, Madonna! Okay, now... where is the alcohol?" she said, in a mock deep male voice, causing us all to laugh infectiously at her joke and demeanour.

I could not help but like this down-to-earth person, still so humble and friendly despite her amazing good looks. I could see why she and Helen had become such good friends. Helen and I greeted Paola with a kiss and she looked at me with wide dramatic serious-looking eyes.

"For you, I have something special in this bag. Please take it and look inside and take what you want," she said.

I took the bag to the lounge and began taking items out of it. There was a mass of clothing and objects piled inside it. At the top were long black boots. I laid them on the sofa and continued emptying. There were more shoes, then black fetish club wear, then a white delicate box, then more sexy clothes and at the bottom of the bag appeared to be random items including a couple of dildos! I left them where they were to spare any embarrassment.

"I brought these boots for you Lottie you will love them. They are your size, 40. You will look so good! They always make all the men go crazy... so now they will for you too!" she said smiling.

I thanked Paola and took the boots to my new room to try them on. They were thigh high in soft black leather. They were a perfect fit, snug and supportive. I looked forward to wearing them again next time for the night... in public... I suddenly got very nervous about the evening ahead. I quelled my fears knowing that I would be in the best company possible.

Paola set about doing my hair. This involved washing, blow-drying and shaping my moppy, grunge hairstyle with a lot of hairspray. She brushed the hair at the back of my neck up towards the top, repeatedly layering and spraying it. She was quite aggressive with the brush against my head but I had was confident that she knew what she was doing so I let her carry on without complaint and handed her hair clips every time she asked for one.

Repeatedly she brushed it back and sprayed it from my forehead, temple and behind my ears toward the crown of my head and from the rear up until I looked very tidy but quite weird. Then, with a bit of tinkering with hairclips and a go-go, she fixed a long brown real hair ponytail extension which matched the colour of my hair perfectly to my crown.

"Be careful with this," she warned me, "I will make this as tight as I can, but if someone pulls this too hard tonight then it will come from away from your head!"

I made a worried laugh and heeded her warning. Nobody was getting that close to me tonight and I would make sure of that. I would ensure that I was in control at all times and that I would not take any shit. I knew that the way I was dressed would certainly attract the unwanted attention of some men. In the mirror I saw myself with my arched eyebrows and hair pulled right back up from my face. I looked completely different from my normal self... even without makeup. I instantly felt more confident and thought 'bring it on!'

With Helen's help, I assembled my outfit. I wore a black Bodycon faux leather jumpsuit, high cut at the top of the leg with long sleeves. It had a silver zip all the way down the front passing below the crotch all the way to the backside. Helen gave me a pair of Wolford glossy tanned tights to wear beneath this. These were high quality expensive nylons and suited the high cut waist of the suit. The tightness of all the layers of nylon including my underwear flattened the already small bulge of my genitals to an even smaller flat bulge, which appeared more like a pussy through the material.

Paola produced a pair of C-cup silicone breast-forms from her large bag and gave them to me. She said that they had been left behind by a client and I began to wonder what she worked at to have the kind of client who would go around leaving such random objects behind. I graciously took them, nonetheless.

Over the jumpsuit, I wore the black corset at a comfortable tightness at first with the intention of tightening it at the club later on. Once I got into the thigh-high boots I checked myself out in the mirror. My reflection dressed in these amazing clothes was way beyond my expectation. I looked better than anytime I had cross-dressed in my life! Once I had applied my makeup, smoky eyes with bright red lipstick to match my nails, the transformation was complete. 

Helen wore a stunning, black spandex bodycon bandage dress, which had chunks taken out of it showing off her skin and her blonde hair was tied in a tight ponytail like mine. The thin laces of her high heels wrapped up her legs and looped up to below her knees. Paola emerged from the bedroom looking extremely sexy wearing a purple rubber catsuit and stiletto boots. From the bag, she produced a black dog collar, which she placed around my neck to finish my look.

At 11pm, a large Mercedes collected us from Helen's house and took us across town to the fetish club. Once in the door we left our coats in the cloakroom and Paola shocked me as she took out a huge purple strap-on dildo out of her bag, which she put on.

"Now the outfit is complete!" she declared and walked into the main room of the club as we followed.

Loud techno music boomed from the sound system. The club was alive with a crazy variety of spectacles and fetish costumes. Right in front of me were two leather-clad slaves at the feet of a tall busty dominatrix. There were women who were men, men who were women and plenty somewhere in between, I stopped trying to decipher genders. There were many people in all sorts of costumes... nuns, priests, Alice in Wonderlands, frogmen, penguins, adult babies and zentai guys.

Helen and Paola made a beeline for a group of people gathered in a lounge area on a slightly raised podium. The two pretty girls there were introduced to me as Michaela and Katy. At their feet was a masked slaveboy on a leash called 'Fuckpig'. When I heard his name I smiled at the two girls and their smiles back at me confirmed their friendly nature. Despite this, they inflicted seemingly random kicks and stamps to poor Fuckpigs body! There was also a married couple there, Sam and Rob and a tall handsome Kiwi named Matt. These were all regulars at the club and Helen introduced me to the group as her little sister.

After about 1 hour in the club, Paola approached me and asked if I wanted any pills. She had MDMA in the form of Ecstasy pills and said they were very good. One would be enough for an amazing euphoric high so I agreed and we both swallowed one at the same time. I stayed close by her on the dance-floor awaiting the inevitable rush, as we would both come up together. 

A while after taking it the music appeared to improve immensely and as I looked at Paola dance in front of me, the bond between her and I seemed to magnify one thousand times. Blood rushed around my body and my brain flew through alternate dimensions. I was overcome with happiness, empathy and love for everything. I had most definitely 'come up'!

The wonderful sights and sounds of the club felt amplified and everything seemed to make sense to me. None of the problems of life seemed to bother me as I danced there in sheer happiness. I felt rushes up my spine and felt moments of complete detachment from reality. Paola kept an eye on me and suggested that we go to sit down to chill out. 

I agreed and she surprised me by taking a dog-leash from her belt and clipping it to the front of my dog collar! She tugged at it roughly and playfully and led me out of the club to the chill-out area. This was so much fun! The cool air felt heavenly and the rest for my feet was welcome. Paola chatted to me:

"You know that 'Elen is very happy that you have found her," she said, "She really loves you."

"That's good to know... That's great to know Paola, I'm so happy I found her too... and you... this is all so amazing. I'm just so happy!"

"In Ecstasy Veritas!" she said laughing.

"No, I mean it, I'm just so happy with the way everything's turned out," I said, feeling genuine.

"She has plans for you too. She wants to see a lot more of you from now on," said Paola, "Please don't break her heart."

"No way, she is family to me now. She knows me better than any person on earth. I think that she is just amazing and I want to be part of her life," I said from the bottom of my heart.

Paola and I smiled silently at each other and shared the beautiful moment looking in to each other's eyes. Then the beautiful spectre of Helen approached us and we both pushed over on the wall to make room for her to sit down between us. We were some sight, all of us dressed to kill in such sexy outfits and just sitting there on the wall like schoolgirls. 

Helen and I went to the toilets and my choice of outfit meant that going to the loo was just about achievable once I unzipped jumpsuit from behind and slid my pantyhose and knickers down just enough to stick my limp dick out for a pee. 

Once we did our business, we touched up our makeup and Helen tightened up my corset slightly. We went back in for a dance, stopping to look with interest and amusement at the sexual sideshows taking place around the club. There were various groups and couples using the swings, benches and machines provided for their enjoyment. 

We continued back to the podium by the lounge. 

While dancing with Helen, Matt the tall handsome Kiwi guy came over dancing. He was way over 6 feet tall and had a perfect body which was well defined through the revealing short black PVC club outfit he had on. He had an innocent, sweet personality and a funny dance, which made me laugh. His good looks hinted that he was part Maori. 

We went to chill out together and he massaged my shoulders. He told me he didn't do drugs just loved to dance to techno music and he was a regular at this club because it was so friendly. He must have some stamina to keep dancing like that without any illicit substances, I thought to myself. I didn't get the feeling that he was hitting on me because this was common friendly behaviour while on pills in a club and I was being friendly back to him.

I went to the bar and waited ages to get served then some very strange lizard guy tattooed fully from head to toe with reptile scales and wearing nothing but a thong walked up to the bar and was served immediately before me which infuriated me as it usually does. Matt came to the bar behind me and I pointed out to him what had just happened. 

"Oh, that's normal here," he explained to me, calmly. "The bar staff always rush to serve him because he's a great tipper... look at him... where's he gonna put his change?"

I burst out laughing at probably the funniest thing I'd heard in ages and looking into Matt's eyes he seemed like he barely knew how funny he really was and was just slowly starting to get his own joke. 

"I wonder how much cash he came out with tonight?" I asked, hoping to hear more deadpan Kiwi wit.

"Looks like he's got enough fivers stuffed in his pants to buy everyone a drink!" Matt answered with a cheeky smile, causing me to laugh hysterically when I checked out the big bulge under lizard-guy's g-string.




New Mother, New Life Pt. 02



Matt insisted on buying me a drink and we went back to the crowd in the lounge area where I met Helen again.

"I think you have an admirer there," Helen said to me out of earshot of Matt.

"Who... Matt? I don't think so... He's not gay is he?" I asked, thinking he did not come across as gay or even hinted that he fancied me.

"I've never seen him with a guy... or a girl in fact, so I've no idea," said Helen, "But he can't seem to take his eyes off you!"

"Really?" I blushed, "He's bloody gorgeous!"

With the MDMA in charge of my body and brain, I hadn't even considered that he could be having sexual thoughts about me. I did feel like we had something in common, as we had a nice chat and he seemed a very genuine nice guy. I decided to see if he was interested but not give too much away. I would be coy and tease him ever so slightly, without making a fool out of myself. I would soon find out if he was interested or not!

I grabbed Paola and got her up to dance in the lounge area. We danced closely and provocatively with each other to the high-energy techno music pulling strange moves and reacting to each other's routines. It wasn't long before we had the attention of many people in the vicinity, including Matt. 

At this stage I began to make eye contact with him while still dancing with Paola. My gaze fixed on him matching the intensity of my dancing. Despite the dozens of other people looking at me I did not break my stare at Matt. He stared back at me, and with an open mouth! 

This was fun and I was happy to see I was having an effect on him. Then the tune broke down and the drumbeat stopped while some euphoric interlude rang out. I gracefully moved my arms up above my head savouring the moment to stretch my fatigued muscles. It felt good. I reached as far as I could and stretched my legs then leaned forward reaching my hands down to the toes of my boots. I arched my back as I rose from this position running my hands over my body and looking straight at Matt. Now he was smiling and I smiled back at him. I turned my head away slightly and looked back at him out of the corner of my eye and he was still checking me out which made me smile again and I knew he was interested.

Rather than chase him I went outside alone to chill once again. He followed me out and we chatted for ages. I knew this was going somewhere but I didn't know where. Helen came out looking for us after a while and invited Matt over to chill out at her house after the club. He agreed with his typical Kiwi enthusiasm and I contained my utter delight to a casual "Cool!" 

Once the club finished Matt grabbed a big bag from the cloakroom and changed into a tracksuit rather than "crawl the streets at night dressed in rubber...again!" The same Mercedes that had dropped us off collected us and drove us to Helen's. I sat in the back seat between Paola and Matt. 

My body was angled more towards Matt and my right hand rested on his left leg. He was so big I felt diminutive beside him. He was a real man and I would be powerless to resist him. As my hand lay there I wondered what his cock was like and realised that it was only inches away from my hand. As we spoke I casually let my hand move along the inner leg of his sweatpants until it brushed upon his cock. 

I had found it and it was alive. I gently left my hand there pretending to have not known what I was touching. It throbbed and it grew with each pulse. It was huge. I was excited. After a couple of minutes, I knew he had no problem with me being down there so I began to gently stroke his boner. His left hand moved across onto my thigh stroking the nylon of my inner right leg. It felt very erotic to have his large manly hands there so close to my genital area. I instantly felt vulnerable and very aroused.

I turned my head to face him and we were cheek to cheek. Our lips met, our mouths opened and our tongues glided across each other's. It was amazing. Shivers went down my spine and despite all the adrenaline and endorphins I had already used up, I felt more alive at that moment than I had all night. 

His hands caressed my body and we kissed for only a minute when he broke out laughing. Then I realised that Paola was behind me giving him the 'thumbs up' of approval. She burst out laughing when I caught her. I looked back at Matt, planted a kiss on his lips, and regained my composure in the middle seat knowing that we would have more privacy at home.

Back at Helen's it was tea all round and the high heels were replaced with pumps or sandals. Helen removed my corset and I felt the relief as it came off but missed the support it gave me. I had worn it for so long it felt as if the effects were semi-permanent and it would take some time for gravity to pull my organs back into position. My feet were killing me and Matt was more than happy to oblige me with a foot rub. His big manly hands moulded and squeezed my little feminine nylon-covered feet and calves. 

After a cup of tea and a chat about the night at the club, Helen and Paola said goodnight and went off to Helen's bedroom. Paola got my attention from behind the corner, out of sight of Matt. She held the huge purple dildo above her face with both her hands and motioned a blowjob gesture at me, then smiled wildly disappearing in the bedroom door. I sniggered but luckily, Matt didn't notice.

As soon as Matt and I were left alone, I felt giddy and excited all of a sudden. I moved over closer to him on the sofa so we were close, face-to-face. 

"Do you want another cup of tea?" I asked rhetorically.

"No," he said.

"Do you want a beer?" I persisted with my small talk.

"Nah," he replied, "but you go right ahead if you want."

"Go right ahead and what?" I asked, fading into a whisper looking him in the eyes.

Our faces moved closer together and we kissed lustfully. His mouth tasted delicious and big. His luscious lips enveloped mine and his tongue slid back and forth across my tongue and around my mouth. I received his tongue and sucked his saliva down with pleasure. We were kissing so deeply our noses pressed into each other's cheeks.

We kissed for ages on the sofa. He rested one hand on my thigh and one supported the back of my neck holding me locked in our oral embrace. Similarly, my hand held on to his thick strong neck and shoulders. It was passionate and hot! 

I slid my hand down his shirt feeling the ripples of his buff body beneath. I slid his sweatpants down and his large hard cock revealed itself suddenly by springing out.

It was very long and slender, uncut, eight inches already and, though stiff, clearly not yet fully erect. I leant down and put my lips to his foreskin. I sucked it very gently and ran my tongue over it sweeping up his weeping pre-cum and sucking it into my mouth. 

His cock grew as I sucked hard at the head and the blood from around his body coursed into his organ. The helmet of his penis bulged out from his foreskin, as it got stiffer. His cock tasted as manly and magnificent as it looked! 

I sucked harder as deeply as I could until I gagged and spluttered in a panic. I came up for a breath of air and smiled embarrassingly at him. I began to breathe through my nose for a little bit and then replaced my mouth around his cock shoving his head in as deeply as I could. It was much deeper than I'd ever done so before without gagging and pleasantly surprised myself. 

Suddenly, with a firm push to the back of my head, Matt moved my mouth down to the base of his cock. He was not as innocent as he appeared after all! He moaned as he held my mouth there, his cock buried in my face, deep inside my throat. 

My tongue ran quickly and messily tickling his salty hairy balls and I could feel my saliva run uncontrollably out of the bottom of my mouth. My airways struggled as my nose momentarily pressed against his pubic bone.

With all of the strength on my neck, I pushed myself away from it but it was no match for his strong arm. I managed to make enough gain to allow my nose to get some air into it. He allowed me that little gain and pushed my head back to the base of his cock. 

I felt urge to get sick and naturally resisted his hand with a backwards movement of my head, my nose wheezing as a little air streamed desperately into my lungs. Sensing my discomfort, he gave me more leeway to slide my mouth on his cock and as I breathed more deeply the nauseous feeling disappeared and we got into a rhythm.

My mouth and throat felt used and abused and I relished the thought of how much enjoyment he was receiving from this. He stopped jerking my head with his hand once he felt my head working to the rhythm without resistance. I knew he could not be far from cumming so I promised myself to keep going until he had reached orgasm. I could feel a messy dribble from the saliva that was spilling from my bottom lip.

I removed my head from his cock and wiped the dribble off my chin with a cheeky smile. I looked up into his eyes in complete ecstasy and instantly put his cock back in my mouth and bobbed my head with long strokes sucking harder and groaning lowly. 

He groaned a little too and I reached my finger back behind his balls and slightly into his ass. With a loud groan followed by a sigh, a huge dump of cum suddenly shot from his cock and hit the back of my throat with force, catching me off guard.

Some of it went down my throat and some remained in my mouth, which I swirled around the head of his cock with my tongue causing the sensitivity to tickle him and recoil slightly. I pursed my lips, and wiped my chin and planted a kiss on his lips. He sat there looking very relieved. 

Without saying anything, I looked at him with raised eyebrows and motioned my eyes to the bedroom. I took him by the hand and led him to my room, the salty, tangy aftertaste of his semen in my mouth made me feel happy, like I had given him a real treat, and he would have to return the favour to me somehow. 

I turned the bedroom lights on low dim and Matt sat down on the end of the bed. I stood between his legs and he wrapped his arms around my waist. His hands ran up and down my ass and thighs feeling the sensuousness of my outfit. 

I lifted my knee, dominantly placing it at his crotch touching his large manhood. He was having none of it and jerked me off my feet and I fell helplessly on top of him and rolled over beside him. Behind his head, I noticed a few items placed on the bedside locker, which weren't there earlier. 

There was lube, condoms and poppers, which must have been left there by either Helen or Paola after we got back from the club. Either of them was capable of this thoughtful gesture, which I appreciated. 

I knew that having taking ecstasy earlier that night I would be incapable of getting any sort of erection for about 12 hours during the comedown, which was my usual experience. I decided to just go with the flow and see what happened.

"Would you like to lick my pussy?" I asked, stroking Matt's chest.

"I don't know... I've never really seen a pussy like yours before," he replied, suddenly stunned.

"What do you mean a pussy like mine?" I said, pretending to be shocked, "What do you expect you'll find?" 

"Look, no offence, I see a lot of people at that club and I genuinely don't know if they are really male or female. Paola told me earlier after I asked her. She told me you are a 'special' girl. I really had no idea and you were the prettiest girl in the place if it makes you feel any better," he said in his defence.

"Yes, that does make me feel a little better," I said, "So are you going to lick my pussy now?"

His eyes were a little nervous but his sense of adventure was shining through. He got up to his knees and took hold of my body, one hand behind my shoulders and the other between my legs lifting my butt. His overpowering strength made me feel completely helpless. 

Holding me, he leant down and kissed me and I felt like my body went entirely limp in his great big arms. I let a tiny uncontrollable sigh from deep within as he did so.

He moved his hand up to my throat and I looked to try to see what he was doing. He took the zip at my collar and pulled it down slowly all the way down to my crotch. My cock did not make an appearance as it was well covered by my Wolford tights and knickers. Normally it would be somewhat erect but not while I was coming down from ecstasy.

"Shall I help?" I asked.

"Please," he answered with a smile.

I got up from the bed with my back to him and squeezed my shoulders out of the spandex suit. I peeled it down my body and off my legs. Then I slid off the tights to expose my smooth bare legs. I took off my bra with the breast forms and threw them into the wardrobe so as not to freak him out too much! I slipped into the short pink nightie that was hanging on the wardrobe door and sat back down on the bed. When I turned round I saw that Matt was pulling his cock the whole time. 

I felt liberated having removed the clubwear but also felt vulnerable and very turned on by the feeling of silk brushing upon my skin. I pulled off Matt's sweatpants and he took off his t-shirt. I began rubbing my crotch through my silky knickers to try to stimulate it and it felt really good but no hint of an erection from there. He leaned over me and went south. 

I awkwardly slipped my knickers down to my knees with both hands and kicked them off as he did. I was worried about how he would react to a limp cock so I grabbed my shrunken cock and balls, squeezing them tightly and pulled them up towards my tummy below my nightie.

When he reached my crotch, he must have been confused at what he found. All that remained where my cock should have been was the stretched skin behind my balls, which probably looked like the lips of a vagina from his perspective. 

His face disappeared and his mouth began licking the skin as I tugged harder on my embarrassing genitals. His tongue felt good, and I was very aroused despite my cock not reacting. Matt was tugging furiously on his cock and I saw that it was hard and fully erect again.

I pulled his head up from my crotch and up to my mouth for a kiss and leaned him onto his back. I leaned across him to the bedside locker and torn open a condom packet with my teeth. I popped the condom onto my lips and went straight for his big hard cock placing it on the head and unravelling it down his shaft with my teeth. 

I stood up for a moment and squeezed a little lube on the end of his knob, and reached below to put some up the ring of my ass. I straddled across his waist and eased myself down on his cock. It was still tight. I took some more lube and rubbed loads on the shaft carefully wiping my hands with tissue afterwards. Once again I sat above his cock and it slid deeper down upon it.

His hands were on my waist as I was squatted and I seemed like I was down as far as my ass would let me. The feeling of his manhood opening up my girly ass felt better than any toy I'd ever used. He was looking my in the eyes as he pushed me down further and I began to feel a little uncomfortable. 

Without warning he thrust his waist up and I yelped with extreme pain as he did. After the sharp pain, I felt a guilty feeling that I was not giving him the experience he had expected.

I opened the bottle of poppers and took a good long sniff. 

My heart began to beat quickly and I felt all the blood rush to my head. I kept sniffing it and began to lose coherence. I placed my thumb over the bottle and quickly said:

"Come on... fuck me!"

It felt like the weight of my body had become too much for my knees to take and I my ass felt like it slid all the way down his shaft. His powerful waist thrust his cock deeper inside me and out again. The pain of my anus seemed to disappear and I noticed his cock smashing something deeper inside me with every thrust. I was completely helpless and bounced like a rag-doll on top of him squealing and whimpering almost about to cry. 

I don't know if I fell over or he let me down, all I know is I ended up on the bed with my knees together and him leaning over me smashing his huge cock into me.

My loud, high-pitched moan trembled with every thrust and so I took another hit of poppers and felt the blood rush again. Matt began to groan like a beast and his hands squeezed my body tightly with lust. He pumped and pumped and the groans became faster until he let one very loud one and shot his jism within me. He pulled out of me, which felt like both a huge relief but an anti-climax for me. Juices spilled out of my ass and down the cheek of my butt. I looked at his cock and the condom was ripped to shreds from the force of his fucking.

I lay on my back in a wet patch with sweat dripping from me. His beautiful body glistened in the light.

"Oh my God, that was fucking amazing!" he said, 

"Sorry about the condom but you've got nothing to worry about, I promise you. Are you alright?"

"Yes, perfect," I sighed.

Physically, I felt like I had been raped by ten men, but my brain told me I wanted more of this raw beast. I managed to pull myself together, stripped the soiled top sheet and went to the bathroom. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt less recognisable than ever. The makeup was almost gone but looking at myself, I still felt like something had changed, I wasn't myself.

To be continued...

© Cara Elaine 2014