Second Puberty By Ed Miller

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Second Puberty
By Ed Miller

I think it actually might be more common than people think. Of course, 
that's not hard. Before it happened to me, I'd never heard of it before. I 
still don't know of another case, but there are a few details that make me 
think I'm not the only guy to spontaneously turn into a girl.

I still don't know what caused it, but I remember the first day that I 
noticed something was wrong. It was in the middle of March, during my 
Junior year of high school. I'd just turned seventeen.

My mother yelled up the stairs, "Mark, get yourself ready for school! 
You're going to be late." I had forgotten to set my alarm, of course, and 
overslept. Bobby and Jessica, my brother and sister, were probably on their 
way out the door already and I was still lying in bed. As I jumped out of 
the bed and rushed for the bathroom, my chest bumped against the doorjamb, 
and it hurt more than I would have expected. When I reached up to touch my 
chest, just over the nipple, it felt as if it were slightly swollen. That's 
it, that was the first thing I noticed, and I'm sure I would have forgotten 
all about that day if it weren't for what came after.

As far as I remember, that day at school went normally. Bobby and I went to 
an all-boys school, while Jessica went to an all-girls school a few miles 
away. Since I was the only one with a car, the twins being only fourteen 
years old, I had to drop Jessica off at her school before Bobby and I went 
to St. Michael's. School was what it usually was; I sat through my classes, 
managing to keep my eyes open and spent my time hating the uniform until 3 
o'clock.

After picking up Jessica and dropping the twins off at home, I made my way 
over to Julie's house. Julie was my girlfriend, and we'd been dating for a 
few months. Since both her parents worked, I went over her house most 
afternoons, as we'd be sure to have the place to ourselves until at least 6 
o'clock. I remember that day particularly well.

Just as I got to her door, Julie answered it wearing nothing but her bra and 
panties. She stood to the side as she let me in so as not to show herself 
to the whole street, but as soon as the door was shut I could appreciate the 
way she looked in her underwear. Julie had a nice, trim little body. She 
was about 5' 5", so I was about half a foot taller than her. She was thin, 
though not too skinny, with hips that weren't really that wide yet, but 
which curved around into a nice tight little ass that was currently split by 
her lacy thong panties. The matching black bra held her rounded tits. 
Despite being only fifteen, Julie had a beautiful pair of C-cup breasts (I 
checked the label so as to compare with my friends) with dark, fat nipples 
that jutted out through her clothes when they got hard. As she answered the 
door, they were very erect.

"Hi, Mark," she purred. "I've been waiting for you. I've got something to 
show you."

"What is it?" I asked, running my hands over her breasts and along her sides 
to cup her ass.

"This," she said, as she backed away. As I watched, she hooked her thumbs 
under the strings of her panties and slowly slid them down, uncovering her 
pubic mound. "I don't have any hair on my pussy."

She was right. The sparse growth of blonde hair that usually covered her 
cunt was gone. All I could see was perfectly smooth skin, curving up to 
form the mound and then separating into her lips. There was no trace of 
stubble, just smooth hairless skin.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"It's great," I said, reaching out to touch her between her legs. Julie was 
always doing kinky stuff. She probably had more sets of lingerie than 
regular outfits, as well as having at least three dildos that I knew of. 
She liked me to watch her masturbate and once (while drunk) she'd let me 
watch her make out with her friend Lauren.

"Mmm, do more of that," she groaned as my hand worked between her legs. She 
squeezed her thighs together when I brushed up against her clit, and leaned 
against me, pressing her breasts against my arm. "I'm on a short fuse. 
Lying in the bathtub with my legs spread, shaving my pussy, it made me so 
horny. I've been waiting for you."

I followed her to the family room as she undid her bra. I was stripping off 
my own clothes as we went and, by the time I had gotten rid of my shirt and 
pants, she was kneeling in front of the couch, leaning over to rest her head 
on it while presenting her ass to me.

"Fuck me, Mark," she moaned. I didn't have to be asked twice. I kneeled 
behind her, took my dick in my hand, and slid it between her legs. I rubbed 
the head up and down her slit a few times to lubricate it, then slowly 
started to slide it into her hot pussy. She felt so hot and slippery that I 
knew she hadn't been lying about how horny it made her to shave her pussy. 
I could feel how horny she was.

I took hold of her hips and started to pump my cock into her from behind. 
Her perfect little ass was all I could look at as I rammed my dick into her 
cunt again and again. It was so round, so tight, that my eyes were just 
glued to it the whole time. Julie's face was buried in the cushions, her 
breasts swaying in time with my thrusts.

Julie's orgasm took off like a rocket as soon as I reached under her to 
touch her clitoris. Her back arched, thrusting her ass up into the air. 
Her little asshole was right in front of me, so I popped my finger into my 
mouth to lubricate it and then slid it up her back door. Julie started 
screaming her lungs out, whipping her head back and forth in a manner that 
was sure to cause a bad case of whiplash.

As soon as she came down from her orgasm we changed positions. Julie got up 
on the couch, with her shoulders braced against one of the arms, and spread 
her legs. Her narrow hips and bald pussy were a marked contrast with her 
C-cup titties and the look of lust on her face. I kneeled on the couch, 
between her outstretched knees, and rubbed my rock-hard cock up and down her 
slit. She was moaning again, her eyes begging me for more, so I didn't hold 
out. I just plunged my dick deep into her.

Now I was more concerned with my own orgasm, since she'd already had one. I 
settled into a rhythm of long, hard strokes, driving the full length of my 
penis into Julie's pussy. I could really feel the difference now that she 
had no hair on her cunt; as I looked down between our thrusting bodies, I 
could see the difference too. It made me so horny to be fucking Julie's 
completely hairless pussy that I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Please," moaned Julie, "stick your finger up my ass again."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes! I'm about to cum, but I need your finger in my butt!"

I reached around under Julie, feeling her perfect little ass. I spread the 
cheeks with one hand and slowly slid my finger up her asshole. Julie's eyes 
spread wide open and her mouth made a little "O" shape as my finger in her 
butt pushed her over the edge. As her orgasm hit her, the look of surprise 
and pleasure on her face brought on my own. I could feel my whole body 
tense as my balls started to pump their payload into Julie's smooth little 
cunt.

After the aftershocks of both our orgasms, we settled down onto the couch, 
my dick still in her pussy and my finger still up her ass. That's when I 
noticed it. My chest was lying against hers, and our nipples were 
touching. The feeling I was getting from mine was like nothing I'd ever 
felt before. They felt a bit swollen, and suddenly vaguely pleasurable. 
But other than wriggling around a little bit and enjoying the sensation, 
that's all I did with them. That day.

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A month later I knew that the sensation I had felt hadn't been a one-time 
thing. And I was getting very worried.

The swelling under my nipples had definitely grown. I had no idea what was 
causing it, and I certainly hadn't told anybody about it, but it had me 
scared. My nipples looked different; they were bigger and longer, and the 
areolas were puffy. They were still pretty small, and I didn't think 
anybody had noticed. But I'd been making it a point in the last couple of 
weeks to be the last into the locker room at the end of gym class, and not 
to go into the showers until everybody else was out.

I thought I'd noticed some other changes, although I was so paranoid from my 
nipples that I wasn't sure which ones were real and which ones I was just 
imagining. I hadn't been hungry at all in the past few weeks, and I was 
definitely starting to get thinner. It seemed like my facial and body hair 
was thinning out. I only had to shave once a week now, and you could barely 
see the hair on my legs and arms. The hair on my head, on the other hand, 
seemed to be making up for the rest of it. I'd had two haircuts in the past 
month and already I was looking shaggy again.

The only person I was really worried about, as far as noticing the changes, 
was Julie. It's not like anybody else saw me naked all that often. I 
didn't think anything had changed so much yet that she'd notice, but I had 
definitely started having sex with her only at night, and making sure all 
the lights were off.

I had decided to wait it out a bit longer. If in a month, by the middle of 
May, it hadn't stopped, I'd tell my mother and see a doctor.

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The changes hadn't stopped my mid-May. If anything, they'd speeded up.

I remember the day that Julie and I had our argument. We were sitting at 
her house watching TV. She was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered 
more than a bikini and a little spaghetti-strap top that showed off her 
breasts and midriff. I knew what she was trying to do. As of late, I'd 
been so worried that she'd find out about what was happening to me that I'd 
only been having sex with her very occasionally, and only in quick bouts 
that didn't involve me taking off my clothes. I tried not to pay attention 
to her, but as I watched the TV she kept leaning over to show off her tits 
and arching her back to draw attention to her ass. She kept trying to 
entice me into sex, and I kept trying to ignore her, until she couldn't take 
it any more.

"Mark, we've got to talk," she said, exasperatedly.

"Ok," I murmured.

She paused for a minute. "Are you cheating on me?"

"What?" I blurted out, really surprised. "Why would you think that?"

"It's just... you barely touch me anymore. When we have sex, it's so quick 
you don't even take your clothes off. I thought maybe you were seeing some 
other girl."

"No! Definitely not!" I replied.

"Well... I really don't get it then. What's going on? I mean, if you 
wanted to get together with another girl, I wouldn't necessarily mind. That 
sort of thing could be fun, as long as I was invited to the party. But I 
wouldn't want you cheating on me."

I was shocked for a moment. "Julie, really, that's not it. I've just had a 
lot on my mind lately, and I haven't really been myself." Yeah, that's an 
understatement.

"What is it, Mark? I've noticed how nervous you've seemed lately, but I 
didn't know what to do. Is it something that I can help you with?"

"No, it's just... I don't know. I mean, I can't really talk about it right 
now. Just let me tell you that I'm definitely NOT cheating on you."

That didn't help much. Looking back, it was kind of a weak answer. I 
should have made up some bullshit about family problems or a sick aunt. All 
I did by refusing to give Julie more information was to make her cry and run 
out of the room. If I had made something up, at least she would have felt 
like I was confiding in her, but all it really would have bought me was 
time.

It was that, the fight I had with my girlfriend, which finally pushed me 
into telling my mother and seeing a doctor. It wasn't easy to convince my 
mother. Telling her about my lack of arm, leg, and armpit hair didn't do 
it, even when I rolled up my pants and showed her that my legs were 
completely hairless. In the end I had to just pull up my shirt and show her 
the little breasts that were growing on my chest. Each one was a little 
handful now and the nipples were much larger, as well as usually hard. It 
was weird; I used to walk around the house shirtless all the time, but now 
that I had something to hide it felt like I was exposing myself, almost like 
I was pulling down my pants in front of her. I was much too embarrassed to 
tell her how much more sensitive they were now, or that most of my 
masturbation sessions these days consisted of jacking off with one hand 
while the other played with my nipples. Lately, since I'd been having less 
sex with Julie, I'd been jacking off a lot.

The sight of her son with breasts shocked the hell out of my mother, to say 
the least. She made an appointment with the doctor immediately.

Our family doctor was shocked when I took off my shirt and sat on the 
examination table. He examined my chest and listened to my explanation 
about the loss of my body hair, but all the time he was shaking his head. I 
was pretty sure he had no idea what to make of me, and I really wished he 
wouldn't feel my breasts like he was. I knew he was only examining them, 
but my nipples had gotten so sensitive that his hands on them made them 
hard, and I could feel a little twinge of horniness as my cock started to 
stir between my legs. I wished that if he didn't know what he was doing 
he'd just leave me alone instead of feeling me up like that.

My suspicion that he was completely puzzled was correct. The only thing he 
did before referring me to another doctor was to take blood samples and send 
them ahead so that the blood work could be done by the time I got to my 
appointment with the endocrinologist he recommended.

Dr. Jacobs was more reassuring, a big black man with offices at a medical 
center downtown. That didn't mean I was spared the embarrassment of having 
him examine my chest, though. The first thing he did after leaving my 
mother in the waiting room and leading me back into an examination room was 
to close the door and tell me to strip down to my boxers. When I'd finished 
and sat down on the table he gave me the same treatment I'd already had, 
feeling at my chest and swollen nipples, and he got the same reaction. I 
could feel my nipples hardening, and my cock was feeling like it might be 
next. I tried to think of baseball. I couldn't believe how horny I could 
get just by having someone touch my nipples.

"Is all your other equipment normal?" Dr. Jacobs asked.

"Huh?" I responded.

"I mean," he inclined his eyes towards my boxers, "downstairs?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," I said, hoping furiously that he wouldn't ask me to 
drop my shorts.

"Hmm," he mused noncommittally while looking over a folder that contained, I 
assumed, the results of my blood tests. "Well, Mark, you're certainly a 
puzzle. I must admit that we're not entirely sure what to do with you."

"What's going on, Doctor? I mean, you've got to know something."

"I know a few things, Mark, but I must admit I've never seen a case like 
yours before. If you'll bear with me a moment I'll tell you what I know. 
When I got your referral, judging from the record of the examination your 
doctor gave you, I had a whole battery of tests run on your blood. I will 
say that from what we could find, you do seem to be in perfect health. 
However, there were a few things we didn't expect."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one thing you seem to have an extraordinarily high concentration 
of female hormones in your bloodstream." He looked at me expectantly.

"Uh, how?"

"We were hoping you could tell us that, Mark. Everybody has both male and 
female hormones in their bodies in varying amounts, but in your case the 
female hormones are in a far greater concentration than the male ones, even 
though we'd expect it to be the opposite. Sometimes this happens to people 
when they're exposed to synthetic hormones, like those in a birth control 
pill..."

"Wait a minute, Doctor. I certainly haven't been taking birth control 
pills. Why the hell would I?"

"I never suggested you had, Mark. In fact, the concentration of female 
hormones in your body is many times what you'd get if you'd been taking 
birth control pills."

"But there's something you can do about it, right? I mean, can't you just 
give me synthetic male hormones to compensate?"

"Normally, we might," the doctor answered. "But with you we're not sure 
it's really safe. Hormones can be dangerous, and the amounts we'd have to 
fill you with to counteract what you've got in you would be extreme. In 
addition, we've found some enzymes and hormones in your blood that aren't 
exactly like any we've seen before. Like I said, Mark, you've got us rather 
puzzled. We're definitely going to get some more samples from you, and send 
them off for more tests, but for now I think that the best thing we can do 
is to just let nature run its course, at least for the time being."

"Really? I mean, couldn't the stuff that's happening to me be just as 
dangerous as the hormones you'd give me?"

"Well, Mark, the body is an amazing thing. It's great at regulating itself. 
 When people go through puberty, things are going wild inside them, 
hormones are all over the place, and at levels we'd never dream of 
prescribing to anyone, but the body knows what it can handle, and what it 
needs to develop. As far as we can tell your body is working perfectly, but 
for some reason it's making a few changes, and we're not really equipped to 
do as good a job regulating hormones as your body is. Unless you start to 
feel really sick, this is how it's going to have to be, at least in the near 
future."

That was it. I was ushered out into the waiting room and my mother went 
back to talk to Dr. Jacobs in his office while a nurse led me to an 
examining room and drew vial after vial of blood from my arm. After 
conferring in the office with Dr. Jacobs for almost an hour, my mother 
finally came out, looking shaken. She hardly said a word to me the whole 
way home.

You'd think that day was weird enough already. But the really weird thing 
was, even with everything I had to worry about, all I had on my mind, I was 
still so horny I couldn't stand it. Once I got home from the doctor I went 
straight to my room and spent the rest of the day in bed, jacking off while 
I played with my nipples.

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To some degree, I spent the next month looking forward to my next 
appointment with Dr. Jacobs. To some degree, I spent the time dreading it. 
I was looking forward to it because it seemed like he was the only person so 
far who'd had any answers for me, and he gave them to me straight. But I 
was dreading it because I was afraid he'd tell me there was nothing that 
could be done to stop what was happening to me.

To tell the truth, I had a lot of other things to occupy my mind. I told 
Julie that I'd been having some health problems. I think I mentioned the 
words "hormone imbalance," but in any case she didn't take it as well as I 
might have hoped. She got upset that I'd been hiding things from her and 
wouldn't accept it when I said we'd have to see less of each other for a 
while. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth; it was too 
embarrassing.

Bobby and Jessica didn't take it much better at first. I don't know what my 
mother told them, but for the next few days after I got home from Dr. 
Jacobs' office, they treated me like I had the plague. At last they came to 
me, together, and at least made some mention of the situation.

"Mark," Jessica asked, "are you turning into a girl?"

"What?!?" I sputtered. I'd just been drinking a Coke and I'd swear some 
shot through my nose when she surprised me like that.

"Mom told us what was happening, and she said it was like you were turning 
into a girl," Bobby said.

"Well, I don't know," I told them. "I guess that's one way to put it..."

"That's weird," Jessica replied.

"Freaky," Bobby added.

That was about the best I could have expected from siblings. At least they 
were a bit more comfortable around me after that.

It's not like I didn't have other problems, either. I still was rarely 
hungry and I kept getting even skinnier. Most places, anyway. My breasts 
were still growing, slowly but steadily, and my hips seemed to be getting a 
little wider. All my body and facial hair was completely gone; the only 
hair left on my body was on my head and my pubic hair. I'd more or less 
given up trying to keep the hair on my head short, since I'd have had to get 
a haircut once a week to keep it from hitting my shoulders, so I kept it in 
a ponytail, that being the most masculine way to wear shoulder-length hair 
that I could think of.

It's strange how you get used to things. For seventeen years I'd been used 
to seeing a male-looking reflection in the mirror, but in three months of 
seeing myself take on more feminine characteristics, I had started to get 
used to that. I guess it's just because it was gradual. Every day I woke 
up, examined myself naked in the mirror, and didn't notice that I looked 
different than the day before. But if I really thought about it, comparing 
myself to the way I remembered looking a week or a month ago, I could see 
that I was getting thinner, but rounder. I could see that my hips were just 
a bit wider and the breasts growing on my chest were just a bit bigger. 
Even my face was starting to look different, more girlish. Younger? Maybe.

Sure, if I had woken up one morning looking a year or two younger, thinner, 
with hips and tits, I'd have run screaming. But as fast as this stuff was 
happening, it was pretty slow when taken day by day. I was getting used to 
it.

What I was particularly getting used to was how horny I was. I couldn't 
believe how often every day I masturbated, and how good it felt to fondle my 
little breasts when I stroked my cock, to pull on and rub my nipples as I 
moaned my way towards orgasm. Every morning when I woke up, the first thing 
I did was to reach down between my legs and start jerking off. Nipple play 
was, by now, always a part of my masturbation. My nipples were even bigger 
and longer now, maybe half an inch long and almost that thick. That doesn't 
seem like much, but it was far bigger than my little male nipples used to 
be. Every time I touched them I could feel myself getting horny.

I couldn't, however, always feel my cock getting hard. I figured it was 
just because of all the use it was getting. I masturbated before school, 
right after school, and before I fell asleep, every day. Increasingly, I 
was adding another session in the shower before school or jerking off during 
a restroom break from class. With that much action, it didn't seem like too 
much of a surprise to me that my cock wasn't always getting as hard as it 
used to. And even when it did, it wasn't quite as large as it used to be. 
Gradually, my erections became smaller and less frequent.

If the pleasure I got from my nipples was the one good thing about what was 
happening to me, dealing with school was one of the worst. Nobody seemed to 
have picked up on what was happening to me yet, mostly because the school 
uniform hid most of the changes and I was making sure to get changed for gym 
out of sight of the other guys in the class. I had given up any idea of 
showering in school. Thankfully, gym was my last class so I could wear my 
gym clothes home and shower there. I had no idea how I was going to make do 
next year if the changes continued, I was just focused on getting to the end 
of the year.

I almost made it. Three days before school let out, I was getting dressed 
for gym in the last row of lockers when Billy Peters happened to swing 
around the lockers. I was just bending over to pull up my sweatpants and, 
as luck would have it, Billy was staring straight at my ass.

"Hey guys, look!" he yelled jokingly. "Mark's got a girl's ass! Been 
putting on a bit of weight in the old seat, Mark?"

"Fuck you, Billy," I muttered as I pulled up my sweatpants and pushed past 
him. I was just thankful that I'd already put on my sweatshirt, since I'm 
sure it would have been a lot worse if Billy had seen my little tits through 
my T-shirt.

Billy let it drop there, but I kept thinking about the incident all through 
gym class. In all honesty, I couldn't HELP thinking about it. Although I 
was fairly sure it didn't show through my sweatshirt, my nipples were hard 
as hell, and I could even feel a bit of stiffness from my dick. Did it 
really make me horny to think that Billy Peters was looking at my ass? And 
what did that mean? What the hell was happening to me?

I was really glad to finish school with no more incidents and make it to my 
next appointment with Dr. Jacobs. When I got there, he came out of his 
office to lead me back into an examining room.

"Ok, Mark, out of those clothes and up on the table. Let's see what we're 
looking at."

I did as he asked. I shed my clothes, except for boxers, and hopped up onto 
the examining table. I could feel my embarrassment coming back; just 
because I was getting used to the new changes to my body didn't mean I liked 
other people seeing what had happened to me.

"Well, let's see here," Dr. Jacobs said as he started to feel my breasts. 
An involuntary breath rushed into me when he touched my nipples. They were 
already hard from the cold air in the room, and a jolt of pleasure had shot 
through me as soon as his hands touched them.

"Well, it looks like you're continuing to develop," Dr. Jacobs said. "I'm 
sure you're a little sensitive. Growth this fast suggests that your hormone 
levels haven't dropped off yet. We'll get some more blood before you leave 
today. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to weigh you, measure your height 
and other proportions and things. That ok?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Normally, I'd have a nurse take care of this, but I think maybe you'd be 
more comfortable if nobody else saw you with your shirt off. Am I right?"

"Uh, yeah," I muttered. I was pretty thankful; I really didn't want some 
pretty little nurse coming in and seeing my female-looking body.

"Ok, up on the scale," Dr. Jacobs said. When I complied, he read the 
readout. "One-forty. What did you weigh before?"

"Uh, about one-seventy-five," I replied. He marked off the information in 
my file.

"All right, now, up against the wall," he said, nodding towards a tape 
measure glued to the wall to measure height. I stood next to it with my 
feet together as he read off my height.

"5' 9""

"What?"

"I take it that's not what you were expecting?" he asked.

"No. Well, I was 5' 11" before," I said.

"It's not too surprising that you might have missed the loss in height," he 
replied. "It's been gradual, and you've had a lot of other things to worry 
about." He kept on, measuring the length of my arms and legs, the distance 
around my hips, waist, ribcage, neck, and head, the distance from the floor 
to my navel and from my navel to my neck. Each time, he'd make another note 
in my file.

"Well," he said as he finished and settled into a chair across from me, "you 
can put your clothes back on now."

"What's the verdict, Doc?" I asked as I got dressed again.

"The verdict, Mark, is that you're not slowing down any. If anything, the 
changes are speeding up."

"Isn't there anything you can do?"

"Not at present. For right now, I think you're just going to have to get 
used to what's happening to you. Perhaps when your hormone levels taper off 
we might be able to do something, either with therapy or surgery, to offset 
what's happened to you, but for now there's really nothing to be done. If 
you don't mind, though, I'd like to ask you a few more questions."

"Shoot."

"Hmm," he muttered, putting on his glasses and leafing through the file on 
his lap as if he were studying notes. "How've you been feeling lately? 
Other than the changes, I mean. Sick or anything?"

"I feel fine. I mean, I feel weird and everything, but I certainly don't 
feel ILL. Just... it's strange, you know?"

"I think I understand. Have you been sleeping any more or less than normal? 
 Feeling depressed?"

"Well, sometimes things seem kind of down, but I wouldn't say I've been 
depressed or anything."

"Sleeping normally?"

"Yeah. You know, like normal."

"Good," he muttered, and made another notation in the file. "Eating 
normally? Diet hasn't changed or anything?"

"Not really. I haven't been very hungry, but that's been going on for a 
while now."

"Mmm," he said, as he made a final notation. "Anything else strange you've 
noticed?"

"Well, yeah, but it's kind of embarrassing. Lately, I've been really... I 
mean it's really easy to get..."

"Excited?" he asked. "Sexually, I mean?"

"Uh, yeah," I said. "Is that normal?"

"Mark, hardly anything about your case is normal. But it's not entirely 
unheard of either. Essentially, with all the hormones flooding your body 
right now, it's like going through a second puberty. Teenagers during 
puberty always find themselves experiencing drives they can't control simply 
because of the massive amounts of hormones flowing through their veins. For 
most people, this only happens once, but in your case you're going through a 
similar thing again. In light of that I'd say that an enhanced interest in 
sex is probably the most normal thing about your case."

"There's something else. Lately, it's been really hard to... I mean..."

"It's been difficult to get an erection?"

"Yeah."

"Mark, considering the massive amounts of female hormones in your system, it 
would surprise me if you hadn't noticed that. I'm afraid there's not really 
much we can do about it right now."

"Um, ok," I said.

"Now, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

"Yeah, uh, what can I expect? I mean, what's going to happen to me?"

"Well, Mark, firstly I think we may see these changes go on for a while, 
perhaps indefinitely. In addition, we may see you developing primary female 
sexual characteristics in addition to secondary ones."

"You mean I'm going to grow a pussy?" I yelped. "I'm going to lose my 
dick?"

"Now calm down, Mark. Keep in mind, what I'm telling you is basically an 
educated guess. We've had your blood sent out to some of the most advanced 
research centers in the world, and we still don't know everything that's 
going on in your body. If it were just an excess of female hormones, I 
wouldn't expect much more than the changes you've already experienced, and I 
would have expected even those to have taken years. But your case is 
different. I don't mind telling you, boy, that scientists are probably 
going to be studying your blood samples for years. For now, though, your 
information and some other bits of data that we have suggests that you're 
just going to have to get used to what's happened to you, and resign 
yourself to the fact that other changes are probably going to continue."

On the way out to the car, I couldn't help thinking about the fact that 
scientists were going to be studying me. But it only held my interest for a 
few moments until I remembered something else that Dr. Jacobs had said to 
me: female primary sexual characteristics. I might grow a pussy. That 
shocked me, but it was nothing like the shock I would have expected. I was 
surprised, but not really upset. What has happening to me? Was it just 
that I was going through a second puberty, and that all these changes seemed 
so natural to me?

"Mark, we've got to talk," my mother said as we pulled out of the hospital 
parking lot.

"What about?" I asked.

"Well, I've been talking to Dr. Jacobs, and I think it's a good idea if we 
get away for a while. Go on a vacation. You and me and the twins."

"Why?" I asked. "We don't usually go away during the summer."

"I know, but I've got a lot of vacation time saved up. The doctor says that 
you're going to keep... that what's happening to you is going to keep 
happening, and it might be a good idea to get away for a while from 
everybody we know."

"Oh," I said. Now that she laid it out like that, it kind of made sense. 
"Ok."

"There's something else," she said. "I know it isn't easy for you to deal 
with, but with the way you look now, everybody... everybody's going to..."

"Everybody's going to think I'm a girl?" I asked.

"Umm, yes. So maybe it would be a good idea if we got some clothes for you 
that were a bit more appropriate, and picked out a name to call you so 
that..."

"So that nobody knows I'm a guy," I said. I understood now.

"Yes," she replied. I looked at my reflection in the car window all the way 
home, wondering what name would fit the girl's face I saw there. I finally 
settled on "Michelle" just as we were pulling into the driveway.

The next day my mother, the twins, and I went shopping for new clothes. I 
was surprised to find out how small I was. I hadn't thought about it, since 
all the changes had happened so gradually, but every time I picked out 
something to try on I turned out to be swimming in it.

I didn't know the first thing about girl's clothes, so I just tried to pick 
out things that Julie or Jessica would wear. I didn't really get any 
skirts, but I got a lot of T-shirts and shorts, and a few pairs of jeans. 
It didn't dawn on me until I had new clothes how much my old ones had been 
hanging on me during the last month or so.

Underwear was tough. I was used to boxers, but I was also determined if I 
was going to look like a girl (since I obviously couldn't help it) that I 
was going to go all the way with it. I found out that I was a 32-B cup in 
bra sizes. The underwear was weird, but I managed to pick out a few pairs 
of string panties that, once I'd swallowed my pride and put them on, fit my 
widened hips much better than my boxers had. I even went so far as to pick 
out a pair of thong panties, mostly thinking that I'd like to see Julie in 
them.

"Don't you think those are a little... old for you?" my mother said, coming 
up behind me.

"What? I'm seventeen!" I said, completely forgetting to be embarrassed at 
the thought of wearing thong panties in my indignation.

"You don't look seventeen anymore, Michelle," my mother said. "You and the 
twins could almost be the same age."

I caught my reflection in a mirror behind a display, and realized she was 
right. I was used to seeing myself every day, but when I looked at it 
objectively it hardly looked like my face in the reflection. It wasn't as 
wide, more girlish, with bigger lips and eyes. If I had seen a girl that 
looked like that, I'd have probably guessed she was fifteen, tops. It 
occurred to me suddenly that if I'd have seen a girl that looked like that 
I'd probably be interested in her as well. I wasn't too sure how I felt 
about that.

When the shopping was done, I had enough clothes to last a few weeks at 
least. As fast as I'd been changing, I didn't want to buy a whole bunch of 
stuff that wouldn't fit me in a month. We were planning to be gone for 
seven weeks, through until the middle of August, so I'd probably have to do 
more shopping while we were on vacation. For now, however, I had lots of 
shorts, T-shirts, underwear (I discovered that the thong had gotten rung up 
with everything else) and even a couple of bathing suits. We were going to 
the beach and I was damned if I'd avoid going swimming, but I knew I 
couldn't go in the water with my tits hanging out, so I got two one-piece 
bathing suits, as utilitarian as I could find. All in all, I wasn't 
altogether happy about the things I'd have to be wearing, but I was going on 
the first vacation I'd been on for a long time, so there was at least some 
silver lining.

I talked to Julie the day before we left. She called, and I answered.

"Hi, Jessica," she said. "Is Mark there?"

"Uh, Julie, it's me," I said. "Mark."

"Are you kidding? Mark, you sounded just like Jessica for a minute there. 
Are you alright?"

"Well, I'm not sure how to answer that," I said.

"Your... problem? Is it... fixed yet?"

"Uh, not really," I said. She had happened to catch me just as I had gotten 
out of the shower, and as I answered her I looked down at my body, wearing 
only my bra and panties.

"I'm coming over," she said, and hung up before I could protest. I threw on 
some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, as all my male clothes were packed away 
but I didn't want my girlfriend to see me in girl's clothes. I pulled my 
wet hair back into a ponytail before I answered the door. It hadn't taken 
her long to get to my house.

When Julie saw me standing in the doorway, she stood stunned for a moment.

"Mark?" she said softly.

"Uh, yeah," I replied. She followed me inside and up to my room, sitting in 
the chair by my desk while I took a seat on the bed.

"My god, Mark, what's happened to you?" she asked. I was torn. I didn't 
know what I could tell her, so I ended up settling on the truth by default.

"Well, you remember that hormone imbalance I told you about? It's a little 
more complicated than that..." I continued on explaining for fifteen 
minutes or more, telling her about how I had noticed what was happening to 
me, had been scared to tell her, about the doctor visits and the prognosis. 
I neglected to mention that I was now masturbating at least five times a 
day, or how fantastic it felt to play with my nipples, but I did tell her 
what Dr. Jacobs had said I might expect in the future. I finished up by 
telling her that I'd be going on vacation with my family for most of the 
summer.

"And your... your cock?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and looking at my 
crotch.

"Well, with all the female hormones... you know..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she burst out, coming over to sit on the bed and put her 
arms around me. "I wish you'd have told me! I was so mad at you and none 
of it was your fault..." she stopped suddenly, her hand on my back.

"Mark," she asked, "are you wearing a bra?"

"Umm, yes," I admitted faintly.

"Can I... Can I see your tits?" she asked. A hint of the old gleam was 
starting to creep back into her eye. I thought of all the times I'd seen 
hers and reached down to slowly pull my sweatshirt over my head.

"Wow," Julie said when my bra-encased titties were revealed. "Can I touch 
them?"

"Well, ok," I said, "but be gentle. They're really sensitive."

Julie's hand reached out to brush against my right breast, and my breath 
caught in my throat. No matter who or what touched my tits, I was so horny 
that it couldn't help but make me hot. Julie's hand moved from just 
brushing against my breasts to fondling them, rubbing against my nipples. I 
arched my back to push my rock-hard nipples into her hands, my breathing 
starting to speed up as I got more and more turned on.

Julie's mouth went to my neck, kissing me as she caressed my breasts. One 
of her hands reached behind me to undo my bra, and she eased it off my 
shoulders without a stop in her breast-play.

"I can't believe it," Julie breathed. "I can't believe my boyfriend has 
tits." She continued to fondle me.

"Do you... Do you like them?" I asked.

"Like them?" she replied, "I love them!" Her mouth moved down to envelop my 
left nipple, and her tongue wound around it while her fingers continued to 
wander over the swell of my right breast. I was moaning steadily now, and 
sliding my sweatpants down my legs. I kicked them off, leaving me only in 
my panties.

"Wow, you're wearing girl's underwear!" Julie said as she stroked the front 
of my panties. Even as horny as I was, my limp cock barely made a bulge. 
"You look so sexy in them. You look like a girl!"

"Please," I moaned. Her lips on my nipple and her hand rubbing my dick 
through the cloth of my panties were getting me off. I was about to go over 
the edge. "Please make me cum!"

Julie slid my panties down over my hips and down my legs, revealing what was 
left of my manhood.

"I can't believe it!" she muttered. "It's so tiny! It's half the size it 
used to be, even limp!"

"Please," I said, "just touch it. I need to get off!"

Her hand went back to my crotch, and she started rubbing the soft head of my 
limp penis. I couldn't take it any more. The sensation of her hot, wet 
lips on my tits and her hand in my lap, stroking my tiny penis like it was a 
clit, sent me over the edge. I arched my back, forcing my tit into her 
mouth, and felt my orgasm wash over me. What little cum that remained in my 
balls dribbled out of them and into her hand as she slowly traced circles 
around the head of my tiny dick. I collapsed back into bed as my orgasm 
passed, and Julie stretched out next to me.

"You know, Mark, I actually don't mind the way you look now. You're really 
pretty hot! We're going to have lots of fun when you get back from this 
vacation of yours."

"Yeah," I moaned. Then something occurred to me. "One more thing, Julie. 
From now on, could you call me Michelle?"

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After a few weeks of vacation, I was having the time of my life. I didn't 
really get into it that much at first, but by the middle of July, I was 
really enjoying myself.

We went to the beach. Now that I think about it, that was probably my 
mother's way of making sure that I got acclimatized to my changing body, and 
it seems likely that she had Dr. Jacobs' advice on that. Certainly, she'd 
been keeping in better touch with him than I realized, since when it 
occurred to me that I might not want to spend that much time away from the 
big hospital in the city, she said that she'd already cleared it with Dr. 
Jacobs and his only concern was that I keep accurate records of my height 
and weight.

The beach house we rented was a little cottage a short walk from the beach. 
It wasn't that big, basically consisting of two bedrooms, a bathroom, and 
another room that was kitchen, dining room, and living room rolled into one. 
 My mother and I had the bedrooms, while Bobby and Jessica had to make do 
with fold-out couches in the main room. I was glad for that, since my 
desire for sex was so high that I was masturbating seven or eight times a 
day.

All there was to do was to lie on the beach, and whenever I started to feel 
the urge I'd just make the excuse of running back to the cottage to use the 
bathroom. Once inside, I'd strip my clothes off and lock myself into my 
bedroom, lying on the bed and stroking my breasts and nipples as I rubbed my 
limp little cock. I hadn't been able to get hard since before school got 
out, but it felt just as good as ever to rub my cock. My tits, on the other 
hand, were feeling better and better by the day, which probably had 
something to do with why I was masturbating so often.

I know it sounds weird to hear me speak so matter-of-factly about my dick 
withering away, but I have to say that it was how I felt at the time. Yes, 
it bothered me, but it seemed unable to make a permanent impression on me. 
At night before I went to sleep, sometimes I'd lay in my bed with a cold 
feeling in my stomach, thinking about what I'd lost, but during the day I'd 
think about it usually when I found myself getting horny, and be too 
distracted to really feel too much remorse. My nipples would swell up on my 
chest, poking out through my shirt or my bathing suit, but my dick wouldn't 
get hard at all. Then, when I'd duck into my room or the bathroom to 
masturbate, I'd strip down and see my limp little cock hanging between my 
legs. But at those times, I was so frantically concerned with getting off 
that my loss of the power to get an erection didn't stick in my head. At 
other times it bothered me somewhat, but I was beginning to have a new 
interest. I was enjoying being looked at.

The first couple weeks, I was completely unaware of it. I lay on the beach 
all day, making frequent excursions to the cottage to masturbate, and didn't 
do much else. I certainly didn't have any contact with anybody except my 
family. Though the situation was weird, they seemed to accept that I was 
lying there in a one-piece girl's bathing suit instead of swim trunks. 
They'd had a few months to get used to it after all. Occasionally I'd see 
Jessica or Bobby shoot a little glance at me out of the corner of their eye 
and I knew that it was hitting them just then, the realization that their 
brother was lying next to them, looking like a girl, with long, thin limbs 
and breasts that tented out the front of his bathing suit. I knew it looked 
weird to them when they really thought about it, but that's not what I'm 
talking about.

The first time I was really aware of it was almost two weeks into our 
vacation. I was lying on my stomach, reading a book, when I happened to 
glance over my shoulder. There was a boy, about my age (which meant he 
looked about three years older than I looked now) walking by me on the 
beach, and his eyes were focused right on my ass. He kept looking at my 
butt for a few seconds after I turned around, then realized that he was 
caught and looked away suddenly, reddening.

My first reaction was to be pissed and indignant. What right had he to 
stare at my ass! Wouldn't it serve him right to know I was really a guy! 
Next, I wanted to feel sick at the thought that I looked enough like a girl, 
and an attractive one, for guys to be checking out my ass. But I realized 
as I was forming these thoughts that there was no force behind them. I was 
just running words through my head that I expected to think, forming 
reactions that I expected to have.

When I forced myself to relax, and to really try to examine how I felt about 
the situation, I had no such reaction. I thought about it, picturing again 
the look on his face as he paid rapt attention to my tight little girlish 
ass. I imagined what had been going through his head, that he had probably 
been looking at me and thinking that I was some girl a few years younger 
than him. He had probably been imagining fucking me! Another thought 
occurred to me: Jessica had been lying five feet away, but he had been 
unmistakably looking at me.

I suddenly realized that my nipples were painfully hard, and I was breathing 
fast and shallow. I got up from my towel and started back towards the 
cottage to masturbate. By the time I got to the door I was almost 
sprinting.

Once in the door I shut it behind me and slid the straps of my bathing suit 
off my shoulders. I slid it down over my little tits, then over my widening 
hips. As I stepped out of it, I looked down at my body. Except for my tiny 
cock, now only about an inch long and very thin, I looked entirely female. 
Even, I admitted to myself, sexy.

I couldn't make it to my room; I collapsed on the couch. My hands went to 
work out of instinct, without needing conscious control. One leapt to my 
chest, rubbing my little breasts and my engorged, jutting nipples. The 
other went to the limp nub of flesh that remained in my crotch, rubbing the 
head of my tiny cock. I was groaning as I fondled myself, feeling myself 
get closer and closer to orgasm.

All the time, the same image was in my mind. Myself, lying on my stomach, 
looking around suddenly to notice a teenage boy staring at my ass. Staring 
LUSTFULLY at my ass. I imagined what he might have been daydreaming about 
doing to me. On one hand, it seemed sick to think of, but I couldn't keep 
the images out of my head. I saw myself, with a pussy in my crotch (since 
that was undoubtedly what he had envisioned) being speared by his cock, 
rubbing my tits ecstatically while he fucked me. I saw myself kneeling in 
front of him, cupping my breasts while I sucked his dick, rubbing the tip 
all over my face and smearing his pre-cup over my cheeks and lips. Perhaps, 
since he'd been staring so raptly at my ass, he had been thinking of 
butt-fucking me, my hypothetical pussy waiting emptily as he crammed his 
hard cock up my backdoor, while I crouched on my hands and knees and my 
titties hung from my chest and swayed with every thrust of his cock up my 
ass.

I couldn't take it anymore. One hand clenched down on my tit while, with 
the thumb and index finger of my other hand I gave one last tug to my limp 
little cock. I was over the edge, moaning in orgasm. I buried my face in 
the cushions of the couch as I felt my climax spread throughout my body, 
driving out all other sensations as well as any attempt at coherent thought. 
 That was the best orgasm I had ever had in my life.

After that, I had no choice but to accept that I liked it when people looked 
at me. Looked at me like an attractive girl, I mean. With my now-tiny cock 
tucked down between my legs and the crotch of my bathing suit holding it in 
place, I knew that's the only thing they'd take me for. Every time I caught 
a guy checking out my body, looking at my tits or ass, it made me so horny 
that I couldn't think about anything but getting off as soon as possible. 
The jealous looks from the occasional girlfriend were almost as exciting. I 
spent half the day running back to the cottage to masturbate, lying on my 
bed stroking my tits and my tiny penis while visions of myself getting 
fucked, imaginings of the fantasies I was starring in, flitted through my 
head.

After about three weeks, I had developed enough that I needed new clothes. 
Things were looser and tighter in different places. I was shorter now, 
about 5' 7", but my hips were a little wider. My ribcage was smaller, 
though my chest was a bit bigger. When I went shopping for new bras, I 
found that, while the B-cups were now a bit tight, the C-cups were still too 
big. I'd gone down to a 30-B, though.

I only bought a couple bras, because I had been spending most of my time in 
bathing suits. I picked out more enticing bras, though, sheer and black 
instead of off-white. All the panties I bought this time were thongs; I was 
wearing the pair I'd bought last time, and I couldn't get enough of the 
feeling of having my ass exposed under my shorts, uncovered and split by a 
little band of material that rubbed up against my asshole when I walked.

It was when I went shopping for other clothes, though, that I was glad I had 
had my mother give me cash and let me shop for myself instead of going with 
me and paying with her credit card. She drove me to the mall, of course, 
since I certainly couldn't use my license and in any case I now looked too 
young to drive. But once we were there, she left me alone to shop for 
myself.

All I could think of as I made my way through the stores was: will this make 
me look sexy? Will this make guys want me? When I picked up some tiny, 
tight tops with spaghetti straps that would barely reach below my breasts, I 
could feel my nipples straining through my shirt. I combed the racks 
looking for the shortest shorts I could find, buying them small and cut high 
in the back so that they'd ride up and expose the bottom of my ass. I fond 
skirts that were barely six inches long, exposing my hips and only just 
reaching below my crotch. I remember trying those on in the dressing room 
and staring at my reflection. When I pulled them up less than an inch in 
the front you could clearly see my panties, and when I turned around with my 
ass to the mirror and bent over, they left nothing to the imagination. 
Looking over my shoulder, I could see half my ass peeking out from under 
than skirt. My nipples were so hard they hurt.

But what really sent me over the edge were the bathing suits. I got four, 
all bikinis. The first three were pretty revealing string-bikini styles, 
with tiny scraps of cloth hiding my breasts and even smaller ones covering 
my crotch and my girlish ass. The fourth, though, should have been illegal. 
 The top just barely contained my nipples, though it didn't hide them, as 
the material was so sheer that they were clearly visible. The bottoms were 
a thong-back, and the front was only a tiny scrap of cloth. I'd have to 
shave my pubic hair before I could wear it, and I didn't think I'd ever wear 
it with my family around, but the sight of my crotch looking smooth and 
girlish, my tiny cock not apparent at all in that bathing suit, made me so 
horny. The thought of some guy staring at my hot little body in that 
bikini, getting hard at the thought of fucking me, using me for sex, was 
irresistible. As soon as I finished masturbating in the dressing room, I 
bought the bikini.

When I made my way down to the beach the next day, in one of the more modest 
bikinis, my brother and sister certainly couldn't believe it. Even my 
mother raised an eyebrow, and she'd been pretty stone-faced about the whole 
affair.

"Mar-," Bobby started, "I mean, Michelle. What are you... what is that?"

I feigned ignorance.

"I..." he trailed off. "Nothing," he muttered, reddening as he turned away. 
 I caught him sneaking little glances at me, though, and shaking his head.

After reading for a while, or at least pretending to read while I enjoyed 
all the appreciative looks I was getting from the guys on the beach, I got 
up.

"I'm going for a walk," I announced as I set off down along the water. The 
way the shore was set up was that multiple little groups of cottages had 
their own beach space, one after another down the beach. Most of them had 
fences to separate them from the next area, but none of the fences extended 
out into the water, and most stopped with ten feet or so of beach left. I 
could walk along where the water met the sand and keep going for miles, if I 
had wanted to. But with all the bodies in the way and fences every hundred 
feet or so, I was out of view of my family within five minutes.

I hadn't had any clear plan, I just wanted to enjoy being looked at. I felt 
my nipples erect from all the attention I was getting, and walked on. I 
found myself in a ritzier section of beach, with bigger resort-style 
cottages set closer in to the water.

"Hey, I haven't seen you here before," said a tall, thin guy as he walked up 
to me. I'd stopped to look around and get my bearings, trying to figure out 
how far I'd walked.

"I came from down the beach," I replied. "I was just out for a walk."

He grinned as his eyes ran up and down my body. He looked about sixteen, 
tan and confident. His eyes paused, focusing on my tits.

"I'm Michelle," I offered.

"Rob," he replied, his gaze coming up to my face again. I grinned. I knew 
he was trying to avoid looking like he was checking me out, but what he 
didn't know was that I enjoyed being stared at.

"Hey Michelle, do you want to come up to my cottage and get something to 
drink? You probably got pretty thirsty doing all that walking."

I could feel my nipples tightening on my chest. Was he hitting on me? Did 
I want to be hit on? I knew I had been enjoying being looked at, but how 
the hell should I react to a guy making a pass at me?

I decided to go with the flow. I was panicked for a moment when I realized 
that I had no idea of how to act. Should I make some kind of euphemistic 
comment, crack a joke, what? I'd been part of these kinds of exchanges 
before, but always from the other side. Then I relaxed. I realized that, 
when I had been the guy trying to make a pass at a girl, she really hadn't 
needed to be great at conversation if that wasn't what I was interested in 
her for. Any positive-sounding answer would do.

"Sure," I said, that being the first positive-sounding answer I could think 
of.

My heart was pounding a bit as we made our way up the steps to one of the 
bigger cottages. I still wasn't sure what I was doing, what my intentions 
were. Rob kept talking, making conversation.

"...My parents and I come up here every summer; we always rent the same 
cottage. You know, it's just somewhere to come and spend some time on the 
beach..."

It kept on until we'd gone through the sliding glass door. Then he stopped, 
turned around towards me, and reached for my breast.

"My parents aren't here right now..." he started. That was all it took.

I didn't really know what I was doing, but I felt his hands on my tits, 
rubbing against the hard points of my erect nipples. I was gasping for 
breath at the sensation of his hands and the thin fabric of my bikini 
rubbing against my tits. I could feel his hard cock through his bathing 
suit, pressing into my stomach. His hot breath was on my neck as one of his 
hands pulled me towards him, reaching down to fondle my ass.

I pressed my breasts against him, feeling them compress against his chest. 
I reached behind me to untie my bikini top, letting the little scraps of 
fabric fall away to reveal my jutting nipples. Rob's mouth trailed saliva 
down my neck as he bent to envelop my nipples with his hot lips, sucking at 
my breasts. I moaned at the pleasure it gave me to have my rock-hard nipple 
surrounded by a warm, wet mouth. His other hand was rubbing my ass, pulling 
me towards him as he ground his erect cock up against me. His fingers had 
worked their way under my bathing suit and towards the crack of my ass, 
stroking and feeling the swell of my girlish butt.

I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to. I had no idea how I'd ended up 
here, being fondled by another guy who thought I was a girl, but it felt so 
good that I never wanted to stop. His hot mouth slid across my titties from 
nipple to nipple, leading me closer and closer to an orgasm just from the 
stimulation to my breasts. His hands worked my ass, rubbing the rounded 
cheeks and straying downward along the crack, closer to my...

Suddenly I realized what would happen if he discovered that I didn't have 
the pussy he expected under my bathing suit. I pulled back, and a look of 
puzzlement crossed his face.

"Wait a minute," I started, without any clear idea of what I was going to 
say next. "I can't..."

I saw the look of confusion on Rob's face and realized that I didn't want to 
stop either. I knew what I wanted to do now.

"I mean, I don't want you to touch me there," I moaned. "But if you 
like..."

I dropped slowly to my knees, and the puzzled look on Rob's face was 
replaced by a grin. I grabbed the waist of his trunks and pulled them down, 
freeing his rigid cock. I leaned forward to take the tip of it between my 
lips, feeling the hot flesh of his dickhead as it slid into my mouth. I ran 
my tongue over it, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from his dick and I 
sucked on it.

I loved it. Somewhere during all the masturbation, during all the time I 
had been envisioning the fantasies guys were having about me, they stopped 
being THEIR fantasies and became MY fantasies. I could see the image of 
myself, kneeling on the floor in only a pair of bikini bottoms, my tits 
hanging free, with a hard cock in my mouth. It was fantastic.

I kept sucking away at Rob's cock, feeling its hard smooth length sliding in 
and out of my mouth. I stroked along the length of it, feeling my wet lips 
slip along the skin until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I sucked it 
down again and again, feeling his hips thrusting and his hands on the back 
of my head as he fucked my face. My hands went to my chest where they toyed 
with my nipples, pulling and rubbing them as I gave my first blowjob.

I felt his cock twitch, and then the first spurt of his cum shot into my 
mouth. I could feel it on my tongue, hot and salty. Another load, then 
another shot into my mouth, and I could feel it filling me with hot salty 
pleasure. It felt so good to feel him cumming in my mouth, to realize that 
I had made him cum. That he'd looked at my body and wanted me, and that my 
mouth sliding on his cock had brought him to orgasm. That he'd shot his hot 
cum down my throat as I moaned for more.

My hands gave one more tug on my nipples, and I came too. It wasn't quite 
the orgasm that Rob had experienced, but I wasn't mad. I knew I'd be 
replaying the episode in my head and masturbating ten times a day for weeks 
to come.

When we'd both finished our climaxes, we set about making ourselves 
presentable, getting back into our bathing suits and (in my case) wiping cum 
off my chin. We said our goodbyes, as Rob's family was due to leave the 
next day, and I walked off down the beach towards my family's cottage. I 
was halfway there before I realized I really had gotten the drink he 
promised me.

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Four weeks later, it was time to go home. I'm not sure how comfortable my 
family was with the situation. We'd discussed what we were going to do 
about school, and it was quite clear that I couldn't go back to my old 
school looking the way I did. Although I was still technically male, I 
certainly wouldn't fit in there anymore, so it was decided that I'd be 
attending St. Mary's in the fall with Jessica, while Bobby made excuses that 
I'd gone to live with my father in California to explain my absence at St. 
Michael's. The same sort of lie, in reverse, was to explain the sudden 
appearance of the twins' younger sister "Michelle."

I wasn't too happy about the "younger" part, but I had to admit it was 
necessary. I tried to protest when that was first brought up, but my mother 
shut me down.

"Michelle, have you looked in the mirror lately? You couldn't pass for 
older than Jessica and Bobby, even though you are. I think you should be 
thankful that we're telling the school you're thirteen. The only reason you 
don't look even younger is that your body is..." She trailed off with an 
expressive glance down at my chest.

I knew what she was talking about. Looking at myself objectively, naked in 
the mirror (which was something I did quite often these days) I realized 
that I couldn't pass for my real age, not by a long shot. My face was 
extremely attractive, but in a cute and girlish way that made me look 
extremely young and innocent. My hair had lengthened until it hung halfway 
down my back, and lightened towards a medium blonde color. My mother was 
right when she suggested that the only real sign of maturity in my 
appearance these days was my body. My hips had continued to widen and my 
waist to shrink even as I found myself getting shorter, so that I was now 
only 5' 4" and was developing a bit of an hourglass figure. My breasts had 
graduated to a 30-C bra, and the nipples were only becoming more emphatic 
with time. They were almost always hard, and stuck out almost an inch, 
making them clearly visible no matter what I wore to cover them.

Not that I made much of an attempt to hide them. That was the main thing 
that made my family uncomfortable, I think: the fact that I was dressing so 
feminine and sexy, that I'd acclimated to the situation so quickly and 
learned to enjoy being looked at and lusted after. I'd confined my 
interactions with random guys I hooked up with on the beach to walks far out 
of sight of my family, but there was still the obvious fact that I was 
dressing to show off my feminine body. None of them, I'm sure, could 
understand how someone who had been emphatically male six months ago could 
have switched gears so quickly. I didn't understand it myself; I only knew 
that I couldn't resist the attention of the guys who threw themselves at me 
whenever I waved my pretty ass or my tits under their nose. In the final 
four weeks of vacation, I took at least one walk down the beach every day. 
I probably spent more time on my knees, sucking dick, than I ever did 
walking. I just couldn't stop myself, and I loved every minute of it. I 
was addicted to sucking cock.

Meanwhile, the symbol of my own diminishing manhood had continued to wither 
away. My cock had continued to shrink and, like all the changes happening 
to me, the gradual shrinking of my penis had speeded up in recent weeks. My 
formerly-large cock had dwindled to less than an inch in length, while my 
balls disappeared completely up into my abdomen. All that was left between 
my legs now was a little nub on a mainly featureless mound. In the last few 
days of the vacation, however, I had begun to notice, or at least to imagine 
that I noticed, a slight incurving, like the suggestion of a depression, 
under what was left of my cock.

None of which bothered me as much as I would have expected. Touching the 
little bud that was all that remained of my dick felt better than it ever 
had before, and my nipples just continued to grow more and more sensitive. 
As time went by, the sensation that I could get from touching these three 
little points of pleasure (my nipples, by now, were slightly larger than my 
cock) was so great that I had a hard time finding fault with the situation. 
I even, to some degree, felt some satisfaction that my cock was shrinking 
away. It made me look that much more female, that much sexier in the tiny 
panties that were all I wore while I was satisfying my appetite for cock. I 
didn't really have to worry anymore that one of the guys whose dick I was 
eagerly draining of cum would notice anything out of the ordinary about my 
crotch, since as long as I kept my panties on it looked like that of any 
girl.

I was sorry to leave the cottage, but I was fairly certain that the guys 
back home wouldn't be any less attracted to the new me than were the guys at 
the beach. The drive home passed more or less in silence, with Bobby and 
Jessica directed repeated furtive glances towards me. Or more particularly, 
towards my clothes. I was wearing a tiny, tight shirt that bared my midriff 
and made quite a spectacle of my gradually increasing cleavage, as well as a 
tight pair of shorts that looked as if they'd been sprayed on. I was glad 
that all the hair had long since disappeared from my legs and armpits, but I 
had still had to shave quite a bit of pubic hair off in order for my pubes 
not to show through the increasingly skimpy clothes I had been wearing. 
Bobby in particular seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes off of me, a 
situation which even made me a little uncomfortable. But I still found 
myself wondering how he'd react if he could see the tiny black g-string that 
was all I was wearing in the way of underwear.

My next appointment with Dr. Jacobs was the day after we got back. He 
actually called my name a few times, looking right past me, before he 
realized his mistake. I almost laughed at the look of incredulity on his 
face when he realized who I was.

"Mark?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," I responded. "Actually, I've been going by Michelle lately," I 
added as he led me back to the examination room. "It's easier, just to 
avoid people looking at me funny."

Dr. Jacobs regained his composure quickly. I could see that he was still a 
little put-off by the clothes I was wearing, but I had only realized that 
morning when I was getting dressed for the appointment that I really didn't 
have any clothes any more that weren't sexy and revealing. When he asked me 
to strip and be measured, I barely had anything on to take off; only a tiny, 
sheer top, tight shorts, and another g-string. All of my panties were 
g-strings now.

After he'd taken my measurements and conducted the usual examination of my 
changes, almost prompting an orgasm during the breast exam, Dr. Jacobs 
examined what was left of my cock. This was the only part that made me 
uncomfortable, the rest having become somewhat of a routine. He probed the 
slight depression under the nub that remained of my cock while muttering a 
bit, almost disbelievingly, under his breath. Finally, when he'd finished I 
got my clothes back on and we sat down to discuss what I could expect in the 
future.

"Well, Mar- Michelle, I mean. It looks like the changes you're going 
through are certainly continuing unabated. I certainly never expected them 
to progress as far as they have, but I can honestly say that it looks like 
you can expect even more changes to occur. And it looks like you've 
adjusted pretty well."

"I guess so, Doctor," I replied. "I don't know, it just feels so natural."

"That would be all the hormones, I'd expect," he replied. "It IS natural, 
or at least your body says so, however unnatural everything that's happened 
to you would seem to most people. And all the hormones running through your 
veins are certainly going to have some effects on the way you think. 
Certainly on how comfortable you are with your changing body. Have you 
noticed anything else?"

"Well, I guess I have," I began, somewhat embarrassed. "I guess you could 
say I've been... interested. Sexually, I mean... in people I wouldn't 
normally have..."

"You mean you've started to be attracted to men?"

"Uh, kind of. Yeah."

"Mar- Michelle, I'd say that under the circumstances I'm not at all 
surprised. You've got several times the amount of female hormones that 
would be present in a normal girl at the peak of her hormonal output during 
puberty, as well as those unexplained ones. I've been conferring with 
colleagues and we're beginning to think that some of the hormones in your 
blood that we haven't seen before might be some kind of catalyst-substance 
that facilitates greater changes in an organism than might otherwise be 
possible. I don't know if you're aware of this, but several lower 
vertebrates are capable of changing sex in the event of a catastrophic shift 
in the population. One of the theories to explain what's happening to you 
is that your body is convinced that it needs to become female in order to 
cope with a perceived change in your environment. If we postulate that this 
might be possible, however rare, in humans, it shouldn't be surprising that 
one of the secondary functions of the facilitating hormones might be to help 
acclimatize the brain to the changes the body is undergoing."

"So- you're saying that the changes will continue?" I honestly had 
understood maybe a third of his explanation.

"I expect them to, Michelle. I can't say for sure, since there's too little 
evidence to enable me to make a confident guess, but from the changes you've 
already undergone, I wouldn't be surprised if a month from now your body is 
indistinguishable from a natural girl's. As to whether or not you'll 
actually have functioning female organs, well, a year ago I would have said 
that was impossible. Now, the most certain thing I can say is that we'll 
wait and see. There have been so many unbelievable aspects to your case 
that I'm not prepared to pronounce much of anything impossible anymore."

I met my mother in the waiting room and made an appointment for the 
following month. The ride home was quiet; for my part, I had a lot to think 
about. Dr. Jacobs had said that I'd probably be just like a regular girl in 
a month. That meant I'd probably have a pussy. Even after all that had 
happened to me, that possibility had somehow never occurred to me. Now that 
it had, I found myself feeling almost excited at the prospect.

The next day I called Julie. I hadn't talked to her during my vacation, and 
again I had to identify myself before I could get her to realize who I was. 
We made plans to get together and talk about everything that had happened. 
Julie seemed almost to be looking forward to it.

Julie had turned sixteen during July, which meant she could drive. I was 
glad for that, since there was no way I was going to pass for sixteen any 
time soon. When she pulled up in front of my house and I walked from the 
door to her car, she gawked at me. Once again, the look of surprise on the 
face of someone who couldn't believe how I now looked almost made me laugh.

I slid into the car and Julie started driving to a nearby restaurant. She 
started off the conversation.

"That's quite an outfit you've got there, uh, Michelle."

I looked down at my skin-tight top and the tiny skirt I was wearing. I'd 
tried to buy a few more conservative outfits, but I couldn't resist wearing 
clothes designed to show off my body.

"It looks good on you, though," she went on. "I just didn't expect to see 
you wearing something so... girly."

"Well, I've got to adjust, you know," I offered.

"I know. It's just weird. I almost didn't recognize you. You're so short 
now!" We were getting out of the car now and finding a seat in the 
restaurant. "I mean, you're shorter than me! And your tits! They're as 
big as mine!"

"I know," I replied. We placed our orders, then sat in silence for a 
moment.

"So," she asked. "How's your... your..." She gestured towards my crotch.

"My dick?"

"Uh, yeah."

I actually blushed for a moment. "It's been... shrinking more," I said. 
"As a matter of fact, it's almost gone."

"Is it going to be? Gone, I mean?"

"Uh, yeah. My doctor thinks so, anyway."

"And you're going to be a girl? I mean, you're going to have a... a pussy?"

"Looks like."

"Wow."

Another silence followed. Julie looked at her plate for a while. This 
time, I was the one who spoke up.

"So... how do you feel about all this?" I asked.

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, before I left, you seemed... if not excited, certainly not horribly 
upset about the whole thing. How do you feel about it now?"

"Well, to tell you the truth..." she paused and dropped almost to a whisper, 
"it kind of makes me horny."

I breathed a sigh of relief. But there was still a hurdle I had to jump.

"Julie," I started. "I've got to tell you something."

"What?"

"While I was on vacation, I... I started to..."

"Started to what?" she asked.

"I started to be attracted to... well, to guys."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess it's pretty normal, since I'm turning into a girl and I've 
got all these hormones running through me."

"But are you... are you still attracted to girls?"

I had been wondering about that lately. I was pretty relieved to see, 
though, that I was certainly still attracted to Julie. I looked her up and 
down, admiring her body. It was a hot August day, and she wasn't wearing 
much more than I was. I guessed that, even though my body was strongly 
attracted to men, I was so horny and had liked girls for so long that I 
wasn't ambivalent about the female body.

"Yeah, I still like girls. But I've been looking at guys a lot lately. I 
just thought you should know about it."

"Why? Because you intend to do something about it?"

"Well..."

"Michelle... Did you already do something about it?"

I didn't have to answer. She could see it by the look on my face. But her 
reaction wasn't at all what I had expected.

"Oh my god!" she said. "Tell me all about it!"

"You mean, you're not angry?"

"Michelle, let me tell you. I've been thinking about it since you left. I 
just kept fantasizing about watching you do something with another guy. I 
never would have thought you'd go for it, but it would make me so horny just 
to picture it. I'll tell you, that was my number one masturbation fantasy 
while you were gone, just watching you go down on a guy. You've got to tell 
me about it!"

"Well, ok," I started. "I don't want you to think I've been a... I guess a 
slut, but it's like I'm so horny all the time I can hardly control myself. 
And after we'd been on vacation a few weeks, I started to realize that I was 
really getting off on guys looking at me."

"You mean, checking you out?" Julie asked. I could see that she was 
starting to get really excited.

"Yeah. I'd be lying there on the beach and they'd be looking at my ass or 
my tits. I just got off on it. After a while, instead of just letting them 
look at me, I started going on walks to get away from my family. Then when 
guys hit on me, I'd get them alone and..."

"Blow them?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh my god!" she almost moaned. She was really horny now. I could see it 
in her eyes, and her breathing was getting quick and short. "You've got to 
tell me about it. Give me details!"

"Well, I guess..." I continued. "The last time was the day before 
yesterday. The morning we were going to leave, I took one last walk down 
the beach. That's all I ever did, just walk along until I was out of sight 
of my mother and the twins, then wait until some guy hit on me. This one 
guy came up and started talking to me, and he was pretty tan and good 
looking, so I started to make little comments that kind of suggested to him 
that I'd be interested in a little quickie. And all the time I was kind of 
arching my back and moving around to make my tits jiggle, you know, so he'd 
look at me, and I could see him looking at my ass and checking out my tits. 
I was wearing this thong bikini that I've got, so he could really see just 
about everything."

"Really? I never thought my boyfriend would be wearing a bikini."

"I'll let you see me in it later if you want. So anyway, this guy says he 
doesn't have a free cabin of his own, but there's a little changing room 
down by the beach, so we go over to that. And once we go in, he's all over 
me, grabbing my tits and kneading my ass cheeks. His lips are all over my 
neck, and he's licking down to my titties and just grinding his hard cock 
into me. I could feel it sticking up in his trunks."

"Wow, that's sexy," Julie said. I could see her hips thrusting slightly as 
she tried to bear down and rub her pussy against the seat.

"Yeah, so I didn't want him to get excited and pull down my bikini bottoms, 
so I told him straight off that I didn't have time for a fuck, but I'd love 
to suck him off. I never got too much argument when I just laid it on the 
line like that. So I took off my top, and my tits are just waving in the 
air, and my nipples are poking out at him. This guy just has both his hands 
working on my tits, fondling them and rubbing at the nipples, which is 
really getting me off. Then I just grab the waistband of his bathing suit 
and slide it down his legs so he can step out of it. Then I see his dick. 
This thing was huge, I mean like nine or ten inches."

"Oh, nice," Julie moaned. She was really getting into it.

"So I just dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. Then I started 
sucking."

"And you like it?"

"Oh, yeah, I love it!" I said, feeling less embarrassed now that I was into 
telling the story, and quite horny myself. "I just love to kneel down and 
slobber all over some random guy's dick. I love how it gets all hard and 
slippery with my saliva all over it, and how they love it when I put it in 
my mouth and start sucking. And when they cum, and all the cum shoots out 
into my mouth and I can taste it, and run it over my tongue before I swallow 
it. That's fantastic!"

"Oh my god!" Julie moaned. "We have to go. I need to have sex with you 
right now!"

We took care of the check and burned rubber to Julie's house. Thankfully, 
her parents were at work. As soon as we were in the door, we were stripping 
each other out of our clothes. Julie made a big production out of getting 
me out of my skirt and top, and she seemed to get even hornier at the sight 
of my sheer black g-string panties. She stood there, completely naked for a 
moment, admiring me in them.

"You look so much like a girl. I would never be able to tell that you 
weren't."

"Well, if the doctor's right, I will be soon."

She pulled my panties down my legs then, and we were both naked. She took a 
close look at my crotch.

"Yeah, it almost looks like you've got a pussy now. I mean, you've got the 
mound, and what's left of your dick isn't much bigger than my clit."

"I know," I moaned as I settled onto the couch. "Lick it! Please, lick 
it!"

Julie's mouth went to my tiny nub, and she started to lick it. It was too 
small to suck, so she had to lap at it like a lesbian. In return, I slid my 
hand down to her crotch and started to work a finger inside of her pussy. 
She'd kept herself shaved completely bald, although I was nearly as 
hairless, having only a little bit of sparse hair above what was left of my 
dick.

As she lapped at my crotch, her hands reached up to fondle my breasts. With 
my free hand, I returned the favor. As she felt my breasts and I felt hers, 
I realized that we were the same size now. I had tits as big as my 
girlfriend's.

I kept my hand working at her pussy, sliding my fingers into the warm wet 
crevasse between her legs, as her tongue worked in my crotch, propelling me 
closer and closer to orgasm. Both of us were thrusting our hips up against 
the other now, moaning in girlish voices at the ecstasy we were receiving. 
I loved how her hands felt on my titties, rubbing the soft flesh that hung 
from my chest. I could feel my hard nipples catch against her palms as she 
stroked her hands across the skin of my breasts, and each time she tweaked 
my jutting nipples I could feel my arousal heating up a notch.

I had worked three fingers into her snatch and was working on the fourth. 
The slurping sounds of her mouth in my crotch were louder now as she became 
more abandoned, licking faster and moaning louder as she approached her 
climax. Both of us were just thrusting against the other one now, needing 
to reach our orgasm. All at once, both of us finally managed it at almost 
exactly the same time. We ground our crotches into each other and squealed 
in pleasure. Our girlish bodies lay entwined on the bed as we slowly 
recovered from our orgasms, soaked with sweat and breathing heavily from the 
exertion. Even when we were recovered enough to disentangle ourselves we 
stayed entwined, only disengaging when her parents were due home.

"Michelle," Julie started as we said goodbye at my house. It was during a 
momentary break in the make-out session we were having in the driveway. 
"Will you promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"When you've got your pussy, will you let me watch you get fucked?"

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It wasn't that much longer before she got her wish. During the last few 
weeks before school started, we both waited anxiously for what we both knew 
was going to happen to me.

I have to admit it was pretty weird to see how much Julie was enjoying the 
changes I was going through, and the new me. She'd always been pretty 
adventurous sexually, but I never would have thought she'd get off on her 
boyfriend turning slowly into a girl. She certainly seemed to, though. Not 
only did she and I have sex almost constantly, but she also helped me 
satisfy my other sexual appetites. We fell into a rhythm in which both of 
us would get all dressed up in our sexiest, most revealing outfits and go to 
local hangouts to look for guys. After I picked one up and took him to his 
car, the bathroom, or some other semi-private place to satisfy my addiction 
to blowjobs, Julie and I would go back to her house and I'd relate the whole 
thing to her in detail. I would have thought she'd see it as cheating, but 
she couldn't seem to get enough of it, even though it was pretty much the 
same story each time: we'd go to some private place, I'd drop to my knees, 
and then I'd suck the guy's dick until he shot his cum in my mouth.

As time went by, I had to worry less and less about keeping my panties on. 
Only a few days before school, I actually took them off while I was with a 
guy, though I still sucked him off rather than letting him stick it in me. 
I wasn't deep enough yet to get fucked, but my crotch was changing and 
reforming faster now, and it looked almost perfectly like a pussy. The 
little slit that sat below what used to be my cock was starting to get wet 
when I got horny, and my urethra was moving down from my new clit to the 
normal female placement. With the little bit of hair that I had left on my 
mound (as I bought skimpier underwear, I shaved my pubic hair to a smaller 
and smaller patch) I looked like a pretty convincing girl.

At the same time, the rest of the changes continued apace. Thankfully, I 
wasn't getting any younger. It seemed as if my body had reset itself back 
to puberty age, but wasn't regressing any further. I was still getting 
shorter and my breasts continued to grow, though. By the time school 
started again, I was 5'3" and my breasts were straining my C-cup bras. I 
was pretty sure that nobody would ever think I was Mark; I was six inches 
shorter, looked four years younger, and was a very attractive girl.

When the first day of school arrived, Julie drove the twins and me. I was 
glad that, even if I couldn't drive there anymore, at least we had a ride. 
Julie kept making little cracks, though, about the fact that I would be 
going to her school as a freshman while she started her Junior year. Dr. 
Jacobs had helped me out there, providing some paperwork and a birth 
certificate that "proved" I was named Michelle and was thirteen years old. 
Jessica joined in, reminding me that I was now a year younger than her and 
my brother. Bobby was the only one who still seemed uncomfortable with the 
situation.

I have to admit, the first few days of school pretty much flew by. All the 
work was stuff I'd done years before, so it was not even a challenge. The 
fact that it was an all-girls school meant that I couldn't spend the time 
flirting with guys and showing off my body, even though I did like the way I 
looked in the uniform. If I had been the sort of guy, back when I was a 
guy, to have a schoolgirl fetish, I had turned into exactly the kind of 
schoolgirl I would have wanted to meet. When I went shopping for the 
uniform, my mother had wanted to have skirts tailored for me, since my tiny 
waist meant that skirts in my size would be extremely short. I had talked 
her out of it by pointing out that I was still getting shorter (without 
mentioning that I seemed to be slowing down), so I'd probably "shrink into" 
rather than "grow into" them. I don't know how much she believed me, but 
the expense of re-clothing me again and again probably had something to do 
with her agreement.

Which meant that on the first day of school, I showed up in a VERY short 
plaid skirt, wearing only a g-string underneath. My tits were bursting out 
of my C-cup bra, and I had my blouse unbuttoned to show as much cleavage as 
I could. Added to the short skirt and white shirt, I had black socks pulled 
up to my knees, making me look like some kind of dirty schoolgirl fantasy. 
Every once in a while, we'd have a class taught by a nun and they'd make me 
cover up a bit more, but as soon as I was out of the classroom I'd unbutton 
my shirt again.

Through most of the day, I was showing off my body just because I liked 
seeing it. There really wasn't any point in exposing myself in a school 
full of girls except that I loved to look down at my chest and see my nice 
titties jiggling whenever I walked. Just after lunch, though, in math 
class, I suddenly found a reason.

The teacher's name was Mr. Hoffman, and he looked to be somewhere in his 
mid-twenties. To say that he was a good-looking guy would be a bit of an 
understatement. He certainly didn't have to work to keep the classes 
attention; most of the girls in there were hanging on every word he said.

His attention, though, was mostly directed towards me. I knew that, 
compared to the other girls in my class, I was a bombshell. Objectively, I 
knew my face was very pretty, and my body left them in the dust. And once I 
had seen Mr. Hoffman, instead of covering up like I did in the classes 
taught by nuns, I unbuttoned another button from my shirt, showing even more 
of my round, jutting titties. My stiffened nipples were poking through my 
thin white shirt. Every time Mr. Hoffman turned around he looked straight 
towards me.

In my own mind, I was already fantasizing about what I'd like to do to him. 
Maybe I would misbehave in class, just enough that he'd ask me to stay late. 
 When he asked what the matter was, I'd ask if there was any way I could 
make it up to him. Slowly, I'd unbutton my blouse before pushing my skirt 
down to my ankles. Then I'd undo my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and 
pull down my panties to stand naked in front of him. Finally, I'd drop to 
my knees and take his cock in my mouth, feeling the long hot shaft slide 
between my lips and pumping it until he shot his cum down my throat.

I was already very excited, my little pussy wet and horny, when math class 
ended and it was time for gym. I have to admit that, even though most of my 
sexual orientation was shifted towards men, it was still pretty exciting to 
be there in the locker room as all the girls stripped down to their 
underwear and changed to their gym clothes. I could see the half-jealous, 
half-disapproving glances they directed towards me when they saw my skimpy 
underwear and my sexy body.

After an hour of kickball, it was back to the locker room for showers, which 
I enjoyed even more. When I saw all the little girls stripping their little 
bras and white cotton panties off, revealing their little-girl breasts and 
pussies, I could feel my own pussy getting wet and my nipples crinkling up 
even harder in arousal. I felt like some kind of voyeur in the shower, 
watching all of them soap their little bodies and jiggle enticingly. I knew 
that I jiggled much more, but it was still fun to watch them, looking young 
and innocent. Some of the girls barely had any hair on their pussies. As I 
soaped myself up, I found my hands straying more and more to my tits and my 
own pussy. I had to stop myself from masturbating in the public shower.

Getting through the last period was tough; I was EXTREMELY horny, and I 
couldn't do anything about it but sit and listen to an outline of what we'd 
be studying in History this year. The whole time, my attention was focused 
on my painfully hard nipples and my hot pussy. I kept grinding my hips down 
into my seat, feeling my thong-split ass cheeks, bare against the seat, and 
my red-hot little snatch. When the bell finally rang, I bolted for Julie's 
car.

The ride home was even tougher, as I was trying to keep my hands off of 
Julie until we could drop off Bobby and Jessica. A couple times, my hand 
would creep across to her bare thigh, and slip under her skirt as she drove, 
but I always regained my self control and made myself wait. As soon as the 
twins were out of the car, though, my hand shot under her skirt and started 
masturbating her bald little pussy.

"Excited?" she grinned.

"You have no idea!"

"What was it? That hot Mr. Hoffman, or seeing the girls in the showers?"

"Both! I need to cum! Let's get to your place so I can get off!"

"Ok. Do you want me to help you out on the way there, though?"

"Please! Finger my pussy!"

Her hand slipped between under my skirt and between my thighs then, and we 
fingered each other on the drive home. Her finger slipped into my wet cunt 
all the way, then started to thrust in and out.

"You're getting deeper," she said. "I can get almost my whole finger inside 
you now. I don't think it'll be too much longer until you can fit a cock 
inside your pussy."

"I can't wait!" I moaned. And I grinned when I realized, thinking about Mr. 
Hoffman, the girls in the showers, and how it had all made me so horny I 
couldn't stand it, that I'd probably be going through the same thing 
tomorrow.

I couldn't wait for that either.

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As the days went by, I fell into a routine. Go to school, ogle the girls in 
the locker room, expose myself to Mr. Hoffman in Math class, then go home 
with Julie. We'd either have hot lesbian sex, or go out to find some random 
guy I could hook up with. Increasingly, Julie would disappear into another 
semi-private place with another guy. The first time that happened, I didn't 
talk to her for two days. But the more I thought about it, reflecting on 
the fact that I had probably sucked a hundred guys' dicks in the last few 
months, the more I realized that Julie and I didn't have the relationship we 
had before. We got along great and enjoyed each other's company, but I 
certainly wasn't her boyfriend any more. I think that what we'd become is 
probably better characterized as friends that occasionally spend some time 
in bed together for a little lesbian romp. Since that was the case, what 
right did I have to get any more angry at her for hooking up with guys than 
she did at me for feeding my craving for cock.

My body continued to change, and I had another meeting with Dr. Jacobs. 
There wasn't much to say; increasingly, my body appeared to be that of a 
normal, if somewhat overdeveloped, girl. I didn't bother to confess that 
I'd been having a lot of oral sex, but I got the impression he wouldn't have 
been surprised.

Dr. Jacobs did say, however, that he thought I'd almost finished getting 
shorter. I was glad for that, since at 5'2" I felt tiny, having shrunk 
seven inches. It was so weird to have to look up at Julie, let alone the 
twins and my mother, when I used to be taller than all of them. My breast 
development wasn't slowing down at all, though. I'd graduated up to a 
D-cup, which was extremely large when you consider how young I was, 
officially. I suggested that maybe we should have fixed my fictitious age a 
bit higher, but Dr. Jacobs pointed out that my face did in fact look 
thirteen, and we hadn't had any way of predicting how large my breasts would 
get when we were registering me for school.

I didn't really mind the breast growth. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. As 
the days went by, I felt my tits swelling larger and larger on my chest. 
All of my clothes looked like they were ready to burst, and I could feel my 
titties jiggling like big molds of Jell-O whenever I walked. When I bent 
over, they threatened to spill out of whatever cleavage-baring top I wore, 
and when I pushed them together with my upper arms and stared down at the 
expanse of breast-flesh on my own chest, I couldn't help but love my sexy 
tits.

I also loved the reaction they got from other people. The girls at school, 
except for Julie and Jessica, would have nothing to do with me. They had 
turned their noses away in jealousy masked with distaste on the first day, 
when they'd seen how much I enjoyed showing off my superior endowments, but 
as I continued to grow I got even more of the cold shoulder from my 
classmates, though it began to be mixed with disbelief as my chest got even 
bigger. That didn't bother me too much, since I still hung out with Julie, 
and the effect my tits had on guys was the exact opposite. I could see 
their eyes dropping to my tits when they came over to talk to me, and I 
loved what a spectacle the rounded sex-advertisements on my chest were. As 
they grew, they only got more sensitive, so it felt great when guys would 
paw them as they rubbed up against me.

By the beginning of October, my pussy was starting to feel deep enough that 
I might be able to get something substantial inside of me. I'd been 
fingering it daily since it had been there at all, and had felt it grow from 
something I could just barely fit the first joint of my index finger into, 
until it was a wet hole that I could insert my middle finger all the way 
into without hitting bottom, and with a bit of effort I could squeeze two 
fingers inside myself. I knew I wasn't done growing, and I was still 
extremely tight, but I was starting to think it wouldn't be long until I 
could actually get something penis-sized into myself.

I think it was the third of October when it happened. I remember that I'd 
gone to school as usual, and gotten extremely horny when I spread my legs in 
math class and flashed Mr. Hoffman with my tiny g-string panties. He'd been 
so shocked that he'd dropped his chalk. The lesbian sex that I'd had at 
Julie's hadn't been enough to calm me down, so I was at home in the evening, 
masturbating up a storm. My mother was working late at work and I thought 
the twins were both at friends' houses, so I had collapsed onto the living 
room couch as soon as I got home, stripping off my school uniform and then 
laying there, naked except for my black knee-socks and oxfords, with two 
fingers buried in my wet cunt.

I was masturbating furiously, finger-fucking my pussy and feeling my D-cup 
titties as I wished there was a guy there who'd let me suck his dick, when 
Bobby walked into the room. He must have been taking a nap when I got home, 
and my loud moaning had woken him up. I froze, my finger still inserted 
into me, as my gaze met his.

"Michelle, I..." he started, with a look of pained confusion on his face. 
His eyes dropped, and I followed his gaze down to his crotch. Through his 
pants, I could clearly see the outline of his erect cock.

I crawled forward and started to undo his belt, unable to control myself. I 
had been lying there, masturbating and wishing for a cock to suck, and he 
walked in. I couldn't stop myself.

Bobby flinched away from me as I touched him, but then stopped. He made no 
attempt to stop me as I opened his fly and started to undress him, but he 
talked constantly.

"Oh my god," he said. "I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted YOU for 
so long. I know it's wrong, I know you're my sister. Or my brother. Or 
whatever. But I just keep looking at you, looking at your body. You're so 
sexy. You always show it off, show off your body. You dress like a little 
slut, but you look so good, and I've been thinking about you for so long..."

I had his pants down, now, and had slid them off his ankles along with his 
boxers. Bobby's hard cock was jutting out into my face as I pulled his 
shirt up over his head.

"And all those guys, I've seen you with those guys. You wave your tits and 
your ass at them, you turn them on. I've seen you go off with them, and I 
know you must be... must be doing things with them. And it's so sick, but I 
wanted to be one of them. Every time I jerk off, you're all I think about. 
All I think about is fucking you."

Bobby was completely naked now, and I took his cock in my mouth. Somewhere 
in my head, I was shocked at myself. I couldn't believe I was kneeling on 
the living room floor, sucking my own brother's dick. But it felt so good 
to be doing it that I couldn't stop.

The long hard shaft slid between my lips so effortlessly, and it felt so 
natural to slide my tongue over the smooth length of it. It felt hot and 
hard in my mouth, and I sucked hard, wanting to get more of it into me. My 
mouth was so full with cock, and I loved it. I felt like this was natural, 
this was what I was made for, to kneel in front of guys and take their cocks 
into my mouth.

Bobby was getting into it now, less of a passive observer and more of an 
active participant. He had started to thrust his hips slightly as I stroked 
my lips over the skin of his cock, and his hands were alternating between 
reaching down to feel my round titties and grabbing my head as he fucked my 
mouth. The feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against the back of my 
throat was turning me on, and my right hand crept back down to my pussy, 
stroking the little patch of hair and sliding over my clit before I slid two 
fingers up into myself and started finger-fucking my pussy again.

Bobby was grunting and thrusting faster now. I could see that he really had 
been dreaming about fucking me for a long time, since he had a lot of 
arousal already built up. His hard dick, filling my mouth, pistoned in and 
out of me as he made his way towards orgasm. All at once he started to 
come, grabbing my head between his hands and burying his bone down my 
throat. My mouth felt so full of his hot, hard meat that I could feel 
myself building towards an orgasm as well. Bobby's was first, though, and I 
could feel his body twitching as he experienced the ecstasy of it. His dick 
pulsed as his cum shot into my mouth, filling me up with all his copious 
jism. Suddenly, my mouth felt even fuller, not only crammed with hard cock 
but also with a mouthful of hot cum.

Bobby collapsed onto the couch, but I stayed where I was, crouched a few 
feet away from him. I savored the taste of his cum for a moment, feeling 
his hot salty load in my mouth as I continued to finger my pussy, then I 
swallowed it all and felt the warmth of it slide down my throat and to my 
stomach. My fingers worked even faster in my crotch, driving me towards 
orgasm, and my left hand found its way to my chest to fondle my breasts as I 
neared orgasm. Finally, I got there, moaning out my pleasure as I came, 
fingering myself madly and putting on a show for my brother as I felt my 
climax course through my body.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Bobby staring at me. His eyes were fixed on my 
crotch, and his cock was rock-hard again, jutting from his lap. My nipples 
gave a little twinge of arousal to see him staring at my naked cunt like 
that.

"You... You've got a pussy now," he said, and it occurred to me what a shock 
it must have been for him. A welcome shock, to find that he'd been sucked 
off by a girl who used to be his brother rather than some kind of she-male, 
but a shock nonetheless. Last time he'd actually had it spelled out what my 
condition was, I'd still had a cock.

"Uh, yeah," I responded.

"Is it... is it real? I mean, does it work?" he asked.

"Well, it's been getting deeper for a while now. It feels just about 
normal, now."

"Michelle, can I..." he trailed off to silence, then resumed speaking in a 
whisper. "Can I fuck you?"

For a response, I spread my legs and leaned back, feeling my tits jutting 
from my chest. Bobby moved to between my legs, his cock in his hand, and 
started to rub it up and down my sopping wet pussy lips. I moaned in 
anticipation.

"I've never done this before," he whispered.

"Neither have I," I answered. "Not like this."

"I didn't think my first time would be quite like this," he said, then 
plunged his cock into my eager pussy. I knew it'd be a tight fit, and I was 
actually a little worried whether I was actually deep enough to take him, 
but as soon as his cock was filling my pussy all my doubts exploded into 
ecstasy. My pussy was very tight, but not so tight that he couldn't fit, 
and I loved the way it felt to feel his cock filling me up and fucking me.

Bobby's hands roamed over my body, stroking my sides and fondling my breasts 
as his cock steamrolled into my steamy pussy. I felt his rod impaling me 
again and again. I was out of control, it felt so good that I couldn't do 
anything but lay there and let him pleasure me, let the pleasure wash over 
me as my brother fucked me in my little teenage pussy. My rock-hard nipples 
were poking against him as I shook my head back and forth, screaming out my 
pleasure while his hard cock plunged into my pussy.

Bobby's hands moved from my titties to my ass, and he clamped down on my 
cheeks, pulling my crotch against his and sliding his dick deeper into me on 
each stroke. He had leverage now, and it let him fuck me deeper. I could 
feel him hitting bottom now, and it hurt, but the pain didn't displace the 
pleasure, it only added to it. I loved the fact that he was fucking my 
little pussy so roughly, that I was so sexy and I made him so horny that he 
couldn't hold back, and he just had to shove his dick into me as hard and as 
fast as he could, with no room left over for concern. I loved being used 
like that, being fucked with no concern for my pleasure, and paradoxically 
it became MORE pleasurable the rougher he got, until I couldn't take it any 
more. I felt my orgasm taking off like a rocket, but it wasn't a rocket 
that just did a quick orbit and then splashed down. This was a rocket that 
stayed up there a while, and I could feel my orgasm hanging around, ebbing 
and flowing into hills and valleys as the hot dick in my pussy slid into me 
again and again.

Finally, Bobby couldn't hold back any more. He shoved his dick all the way 
up into me, squeezing my ass cheeks as he strained to get in deeper and 
groaning with the pleasure and the effort. I could feel his hot cum 
shooting into me, filling my pussy like it had filled my mouth earlier, 
making it even warmer and wetter, even more slippery, inside my 
no-longer-virgin cunt. I loved the way it felt to have his hot cum up 
inside me, leaking out and down my ass-cheeks. Bobby collapsed on top of me 
before rolling off, and I was sorry to feel his limpening cock sliding out 
of me. He got up and started to gather his clothes before directing an 
embarrassed glance my way.

"Could we... could we keep this a secret?" he asked, pleadingly.

"I think we'd better," I replied.

"Could we...," even quieter now. "Could we do it again sometime?"

"Definitely," I smiled. He gave me a quick grin before disappearing back to 
his room.

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A month later it was confirmed. I was an insatiable slut.

Actually, I suppose that not much had changed, except that I now had the 
female genitalia so that I could get fucked instead of just giving endless 
blowjobs. Certainly it's slutty enough to suck hundreds of dicks, and I'd 
already done that before I let Bobby fuck me. But somehow it just seemed 
sluttier to let guy after guy fuck me, spreading my legs and feeling their 
dicks slide into my little cunt, letting them spurt their cum into my pussy.

Julie had gotten her request to see me fucked later on the same day Bobby 
had broken in my new pussy. I had called to tell her I'd lost my virginity, 
and she'd driven straight over and hounded me until I gave her every last 
detail. I would have thought she'd be disgusted at the fact that I had let 
my own brother fuck me, but when I finally admitted it she had only seemed 
disappointed that she hadn't been there to see it.

When I'd finished my story, she just about demanded that we go out and find 
guys, that minute, to fuck our brains out. I was almost as horny as she 
was, with my little nipples popping out through my t-shirt, but I would have 
been almost as satisfied to stay in and have sex with her. Julie wouldn't 
hear of it, though, and as soon as I could get into my sluttiest outfit, we 
were off to go to a college party she knew about.

I was actually surprised they let us in. Julie might have passed for a 
college freshman, but with my young-looking face there was no way I'd be 
believable. Even with my very developed body, the most I could hope for was 
to at least look like I was in high school. But I guess I shouldn't be too 
surprised to find out that guys aren't too worried about how old a girl is, 
as long as she's hot.

Hot and horny, I should say, but I had both covered. Julie and I were 
probably at the frat house five minutes before we'd found a pair of 
roommates that were only too excited to hit on us. I just kept my tits 
pushed up under my guy's nose and tried to make my cute ass as obvious as 
possible.

The guy hitting on me had to have a few extra drinks before he seemed to 
make up his mind, perhaps to convince him I was old enough to fuck, but 
eventually we got both of them upstairs and into their room. They'd 
probably intended to draw straws or something to figure out who got to use 
it first, for the sake of privacy, but when Julie and I walked into the room 
ahead of them and stripped off our clothes, kissing each other, neither of 
them put up too much of a fight.

That's how I found myself, a few minutes later, spread eagled on the bed of 
some guy named Paul, with his monster cock buried up in my pussy, being 
fucked and loving every minute of it. Julie was in the next bed, with Matt 
fucking her brains out, but she didn't seem to be paying as much attention 
to him as she was to what Paul was doing to me.

As for me, I admit that I was more than a little interested in seeing Julie 
take another guy's penis up into her cunt. Most of the jealousy had seeped 
out of me as I acclimated myself to the new state of affairs, and in any 
case there wasn't really anything for me to be jealous about. I didn't even 
have a cock any more, so I certainly couldn't fuck her.

But Matt certainly did. His cock had to be almost nine inches long, and I 
could see it, as he hovered above Julie on his hands and knees between 
strokes, sliding into her shaved little cunt. I loved how much I could see 
of his dick going into her, without any pubic hair on her pussy, and I 
decided that I'd shave off my own pussy hair when I got home.

Paul's cock wasn't much smaller, and it was making quite a good job of 
fucking me in my little pussy. Bobby had loosened me up some, but I was 
still very tight, and I think that only the fact that I was incredibly horny 
and very wet made it possible for him to fit that big cock into me. I loved 
feeling it though, and I loved to look down between the big D-cup titties 
that were jiggling on my chest and watch it, thrusting into me. My legs 
were spread and every time Paul backed out of me to hammer another stroke 
home I could see the fat length of his cock, sliding out until only the head 
of it was still inside of me, then ramming forward to fill my little-girl 
pussy full of his hot meat. With each thrust, another bolt of ecstasy went 
through my body, and another shiver went through my jiggling titties. I 
reached up with both my hands to cup my warm soft breasts, loving them as 
much as I had loved breasts when I'd still been a guy. I could feel my 
rock-hard nipples poking out into my palms, and I rolled them between my 
fingers, feeling them get even harder.

Meanwhile, over on the other bed, Julie was being fucked and fondled quite 
as much as I was. I could see her moaning towards orgasm, with Matt's hands 
on her tits now while his hot rod continued to spear her wet pussy, but 
still her eyes were fixed on me. I knew she could see the look of craven 
excitement on my face, and I knew she loved how much I needed sex with men, 
how much I loved to be fucked. Even though it was only my second time, I 
knew that this was my favorite thing in the whole world, to lie back and 
feel a dick shoved roughly up into my eager pussy. I loved it even more 
than sucking dick, and that was saying something.

Julie could read all of this in my face, and it made her even wetter to see 
it. She moaned harder now, and started to talk to me from the next bed as 
we both were fucked.

"Oh, you love it, Michelle, don't you?" she groaned. "You love to be 
fucked."

"Yes," I moaned back. "I love it."

"Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you like taking a hard cock 
up into your little pussy!"

"It's great. It's fantastic. This is the best feeling I've ever had in my 
life."

"Better than sucking a dick?"

"I love sucking dick, but yes, this is even better. I love it! I never 
want it to stop, I just want to keep getting fucked, keep feeling a cock 
inside me for the rest of my life!"

"Dude, this is weird," said Matt.

"Who cares?" grunted Paul. "Shut up!"

Matt did, and Julie kept going on about how much it turned her on to see me 
like this. I found it hard to pay too much attention, though, as I started 
to feel my orgasm coming on again. This one felt even better than the 
climax I'd had earlier while Bobby was fucking me. As it washed over me, I 
lost all awareness of the world, all awareness of Paul's cock reaming my 
cunt or his hands wandering over my tits, as I was lost in formless, 
ecstatic pleasure. As it finally wore down, and I felt myself coming back 
to earth, I could hear Julie's post-orgasmic screams mixing with my own and 
I knew that she'd come at the same time as me.

Soon after my orgasm abated, Paul reached his own, and I could feel his hot 
cum shooting into my already drenched pussy. As he rammed his cock home and 
shot his load into me, I could feel the warmth spreading throughout my 
abdomen. Over on the next bed, I could hear similar noises, and when I saw 
the look of concentration on Matt's face and the expression of satisfaction 
on Julie's, I knew that he'd filled her pussy with hot cum as well.

But we weren't done yet. I could feel Paul flipping me over onto my hands 
and knees and rubbing a rapidly recovering hard-on up and down my slit from 
behind. At the top, his cock rubbed against my asshole, and I felt a burst 
of pleasure emanate from my ass, but he slid back down and filled my pussy 
with his cock. His warm dick fit much more easily this time into the hole 
it had so recently vacated, and he started pumping inside me again, quickly 
getting me back on the road to orgasm.

As I crouched there, being fucked doggy-style while my girlfriend watched, I 
was loving it. With every thrust of Paul's cock into my eager pussy, my big 
breasts swing like pendulums with the force of his fucking. When I looked 
down at them I could feel their weight, fat and heavy as they swung up to 
hit me in the face, and I loved the knowledge that they were still growing.

Julie, meanwhile, had pushed Matt off of her. He looked at her in confusion 
as she leaned against the wall and started to masturbate while she watched 
me get fucked.

"I'm not interested in you," she told him dismissively. "I want to watch 
the show. Though, if you don't want to take care of that thing yourself," 
she nodded towards his raging hard-on, "you might remember that Michelle over 
there just confessed how much she loves to suck cock."

Matt crossed the three feet between the two beds with a purpose in his eye, 
all confusion gone. He stood in front of me, his erect penis jutting into 
my face, and it barely occurred to me to be indignant at how Julie had 
promised a guy that I'd blow him without even asking. I was too grateful to 
her for providing me with another cock to play with. I took Matt's rigid 
dick into my mouth without any hesitation at all, abandoning myself to the 
pleasure of being full at both ends with hot, thrusting cock. I could taste 
the mixture of Matt's cum and Julie's pussy juice on his cock in my mouth, 
and I sucked it down with relish.

Meanwhile, Paul had his hands on my rounded ass as he pulled me back into 
him, forcing his dick into my pussy for stroke after stroke. My tits leapt 
on my chest in time to the frantic fucking I was getting from both ends. I 
was positioned in between these two guys, with their cocks clamped inside me 
like a pair of Chinese handcuffs, and I had no intention of letting them out 
until they'd both given me another load of the sperm I needed so badly.

Matt came first, the hot, hard cock in my mouth spurting out its load from 
the expert blowjob I was giving it. I wondered how many times I had done 
this, how many times I'd taken a guy's dick into my mouth and sucked it, 
massaged it with my tongue until my mouth was filled with semen. How many 
times I'd felt the hot cum in my mouth and then swallowed it, feeling it 
slide down my throat to warm my stomach. I'd lost count more than a month 
ago.

Paul didn't take much longer before he rammed himself into me one last time, 
grabbing my ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises as he forced his 
steel-like dick up into my eager snatch as hard as he possibly could. I 
could feel the scalding cum escaping from his pole, filling my pussy until 
it overflowed and the cum ran down my perfect thighs.

On the other bed, Julie was just reaching her own orgasm, spurred on by her 
own hand in her crotch, fingering her bald pussy while she fondled her own 
breasts. She moaned as she came, and fought to keep her eyes open and 
focused on me as I crouched on my hands and knees, dicks still in my mouth 
and pussy. Slowly, she seemed to relax as her climax wore down.

Paul collapsed into his bed and Matt sat down unsteadily next to his, both 
worn out from their exertions as Julie and I dressed ourselves and slipped 
back out through the party that was still raging downstairs. When she 
dropped me off at my house and kissed me goodbye, I could tell that she was 
turned on by the taste of cum in my mouth.

My life continued like that through October, as I doggedly pursued my new 
hobby. I still spent the days at school exposing myself to Mr. Hoffman and 
leering at the girls in the gym showers, but after school I spent my time in 
the single-minded pursuit of sex. I still had lesbian sex with Julie and I 
let Bobby fuck me pretty often, but I hooked up and had sex with random, 
anonymous guys at least five or six times every week.

Meanwhile, I was still developing. Most of the changes seemed to have 
stopped and a visit to Dr. Jacobs confirmed that, while I might still lose a 
few fractions of an inch of height, the only change that was still 
continuing apace was the growth in my breasts. I had been a little 
uncomfortable visiting Dr. Jacobs, because I knew when he examined me that 
he'd have to see my newly shaved pussy, but after all the other changes in 
my appearance and behavior it didn't seem to faze him. All he did was take 
my measurements and note that my breasts were still getting bigger.

During the month of October, I'd grown into new DD-cup bras, and by the 
beginning of November I'd already had to trade them in for F-cups. I loved 
my growing breasts, loved to see how they strained my clothes and my school 
uniform, loved to feel them jiggle when I walked or laughed or even 
breathed. I loved how sexy my fat F-cup titties made me feel.

Even more, however, I enjoyed their effects on other people. Julie loved 
the fact that her former boyfriend now had huge titties that were so much 
bigger than hers. The other girls at school, of course, were incredulous at 
the size of my breasts. Not only was I three or four cup sizes bigger than 
the next most well-endowed girl in the freshman class, but I had only been a 
C-cup in September. I loved the way they stared at my breasts, the way it 
set me apart from them. I loved the way Mr. Hoffman stared at them, and the 
increasingly hungry look in his eyes when I'd walk into his class, my shirt 
unbuttoned halfway down, exposing all the interior curves of my breasts.

And I loved the way they grabbed the attention of any male in the room. 
They made it easy for me to continue to satisfy my craving for sex. Perhaps 
it was the early indoctrination I'd had when I was still male, but I just 
couldn't see myself actually having a relationship with a guy. But that 
didn't stop my desire to be fucked by them, often and repeatedly. My huge 
titties were just one more thing that made it easy for me to attract a 
constant succession of guys who were willing to fuck me.

However, as my breasts grew and I got fucked again and again, there was 
another desire growing in my mind. After Julie and I had been fucked by 
those two guys (an experience we had repeated several times since) I had 
found myself thinking often about the split-second of intense pleasure I had 
gotten when a dick had brushed against my asshole. Increasingly, I'd find 
my fingers straying to my ass while I masturbated. At first they'd just 
brush up and down my slit and venture slightly further, but then I began to 
actually push a finger up my ass while I played with my clit.

I confessed my desire to Julie, and she was quick to encourage me. From 
then on, whenever she was licking and eating my pussy, Julie would reach 
around under my butt and slide a finger or two, well-lubricated with pussy 
juice, up into my ass. But I knew that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to 
be fucked up the ass by a hard, thrusting cock. I needed it. But at the 
same time, I kept having the feeling that it would be gay.

I don't see why that bothered me. It was much more of a homosexual act now 
that I was a girl to have sex with Julie, and that didn't bother me at all. 
For that matter, I had been sucking guy’s dicks often, and without any twinge 
of guilt, back when I had still had a dick myself. Why I should finally 
find a stumbling block was a question I had no answer to. But it should 
come as no surprise that I did eventually find myself forced into anal sex 
by my own traitorous desires. It certainly didn't seem to surprise Julie at 
all when I showed up at her house in the evening on one of the first Fridays 
in November, having been dropped off there just so I could relate the story 
to her.

"Hey, how'd it go?" she asked. "When I dropped you off at the coffee shop, 
I expected to get a call from you for a ride in an hour or so, after you'd 
finished your business." The coffee shop in question was a popular hangout 
for the kids from both the local private high schools, so I'd been fairly 
sure I could find someone there to satisfy my sexual appetite. Julie would 
normally have tagged along, but she had said that she wanted to get all of 
her homework out of the way so as to have all weekend to do other things.

"It went fine," I said. "I got the guy to drop me off."

"Who was it? Anybody I'd know?"

"Actually, yes. It was Bill Peters."

"That guy who gave you shit last year about having a girl's ass?"

"Yep. He didn't seem to mind so much this time."

"Michelle! Tell me about it."

"Ok, it was like this. I went into the shop and just sat down, like I had 
homework to do. You know that these days that's about all it takes. With 
tits like these, I just about have to beat the guys off with a stick. Bill 
comes in after I'd been there a few minutes, and right away his eyes are on 
my tits."

"I bet it didn't hurt any that you had your shirt open all the way to the 
waist."

"Well, it wasn't quite that far, but I was certainly hanging out of it a 
bit. I recognized him right away, and I thought it'd be pretty funny to 
mess with him, so I was leaning way over and trying to make my titties real 
obvious. You know how he thinks he's god's gift to women. You should have 
heard some of the stories he'd tell when it was just the guys in the locker 
room. But I did remember that on one count, at least, he hadn't been 
exaggerating: he does have a really big dick. So when he came over and 
asked my name, I just batted my eyelashes, licked my lips, and told him."

"Wow, he must have thought it was like shooting fish in a barrel," Julie 
said. We were alone in her room, and she had her panties off now, her hand 
under her skirt to play with her pussy. It was a common ritual when I was 
telling her about my sexual adventures, she always masturbated while she 
listened to me tell her how I'd been fucked.

"It WAS like shooting fish in a barrel. I'd already decided I was going to 
let him fuck me before he even said anything. So anyway, he made some 
paper-thin excuse about having some books at his house that would help with 
the report I was working on, and I got in his car like I was buying it. I'm 
sure he thought that he'd have to do a hard-sell when he got me to his 
house, really turning on the charm, but I surprised him. As soon as he 
started the car, I leaned over into his lap and unzipped his pants, I 
pulled his cock out and started sucking it right there in broad daylight 
while he was driving me home."

"He must have shot his load in ten seconds!" Julie laughed. But there was a 
distinct tone of moaning to the laugh.

"Come on, you know me better than that! It didn't take that long! But 
there's something you wouldn't believe- sometime since last year he shaved 
his dick! There wasn't a hair on the thing!"

"Why sometime since last year? Couldn't he have had it shaved all along?" 
she asked.

"No, last year we had gym class together. He definitely had pubic hair 
then."

"Oh, I keep forgetting that you used to be a guy. I'm just so used to you 
the way you are now."

"I know. So anyway, I pull out his dick and it's completely smooth. I 
almost wanted to laugh, since it seems like such an un-manly thing for a guy 
like that to do, but it feels so good when the hairless skin slides into my 
mouth that suddenly it doesn't seem funny anymore. So I just keep sucking 
his bald cock until he comes, and after I swallow it I just keep on sucking. 
 When I looked up at his face he was just straining to keep his attention 
on the road. I think he was torn between wishing somebody would see and 
hoping it wasn't a cop."

"He'd probably have gotten arrested for statutatory rape," Julie chuckled as 
she pushed her t-shirt up to fondle her breast.

"I know. I think he is eighteen now. But we finally got to his house, and 
he let me in. I think he tried to regain some of his smoothness by casually 
remarking that his parents weren't home. It didn't really matter, though, 
since by the time he'd gotten the words out of his mouth I had stripped off 
my shirt and skirt, and was standing there in just my underwear and socks."

"I don't think you know how sexy those socks make you look. It's kind of 
the 'depraved schoolgirl' look."

"Believe me, I know. So Billy is stripping himself out of his clothes while 
he stares goggle-eyed at my tits. I just love the effect they have on guys. 
 When we hook up with college guys they're bad enough, but high-schoolers 
just go apeshit over tits this big."

"Michelle, they ARE really huge."

"I know. I love it. Anyway, when Billy finally got naked, he came over to 
me and started feeling me up through the bra. I'm loving it, particularly 
because I get to look at his naked hard-on. That thing is really big, almost 
ten inches, and it looked even bigger without any pubic hair. So he finally 
gets my bra off and he's slobbering all over my breasts."

"Don't lie! You loved it!"

"Well, I did, but these things are so sensitive these days that a breeze 
could almost make me come. It doesn't take much. And when he finally gets 
enough of my tits, he starts to slide my g-string down my legs. You should 
have seen his face when he saw my bald pussy. I don't know if he was 
feeling guilty or excited, thinking he was going to be fucking some little 
pre-teen tramp. Probably both. That pretty much was it for the foreplay, 
we just fell on the couch and he stuck his dick in me. He fucked me until I 
came three or four times, and he finally shot his load in me."

"That can't be it. You wouldn't have bothered to come over here to tell me 
a story I've heard you tell dozens of times before." I could tell she was 
really into it, and didn't want the story to end yet. Which was fine with 
me, because it really wasn't over.

"No, that's not it. You know how lately... Lately I've been kind of 
fixated on..."

"On getting it in your ass? You finally did it? Good, then you won't be 
begging me to finger your asshole all the time."

"Yeah, I finally did it. I just couldn't hold out any more. After he'd 
shot his load in my cunt and gotten off of me I just rolled over, got up on 
my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder at him. I wiggled my 
ass back and forth and asked him to buttfuck me. You should have seen how 
fast his cock got hard again."

"What is it with guys and buttfucking? You'd think they're all 
closet-cases," she moaned, playing with her tits and pussy as she got back 
into the story.

"I have no idea what it is, but I'll be taking advantage of it often. I 
loved it! As soon as he got his cock hard, he just slid it up into my ass. 
I could feel him massaging it as he fucked me back there, and I could feel 
my pussy just hanging open, with his sperm leaking out of it, while he 
pumped me in my back door. I loved it. I love the way my tits bounce, you 
know, when I'm getting fucked doggy-style. Now that they're these big 
F-cups, they bounce even more, and when he stuck his cock up my ass and 
started buttfucking me full-force they were hitting my chin on every stoke. 
I could feel his balls slapping up against my empty pussy, and my ass felt 
so full. I just couldn't get enough of it, I started orgasming 
continuously. And his hands just clamped down on my ass, rubbing it while 
he fucked my asshole. Everything he did, everything I felt was just pushing 
me over the edge. I loved it!"

"Hmm. Maybe it's a 'used-to-be-a-guy' thing. I never really got off on 
having a cock up my ass," she said. Although it was pretty obvious she was 
getting off on the thought of ME having a cock up MY ass. Her hands were 
really moving fast now, and her breath was coming quick and short. She was 
almost to her climax.

"Well, I got off on it. I loved it. Every time he'd pump my ass full of 
cock, and my fat titties would hit me in the chin, it felt like another 
orgasm. When he finally came, and I could feel all the cum just filling me 
up back there, filling my ass with that warm feeling you get when you're 
full of cum, I just loved it. I couldn't believe I'd waited that long to 
let somebody do that to me. It felt fantastic."

All at once, I could see that the images running through Julie's mind of me 
bent over taking some guy's cock up my ass had done their job. She moaned 
and bit her lip as her orgasm wracked her body, little twitches running 
through her. Then she just collapsed back onto the bed.

"Hey Julie, want to finger my ass for a while," I grinned.

"Only if you'll finger mine," she grinned.

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I had decided that before school let out for Christmas vacation, I wanted to 
be fucked by Mr. Hoffman instead of just giving him enticing peeks at my hot 
young body. The way he stared goggle-eyed at me whenever I was in his class 
had me pretty convinced that he'd be willing to do it, and it had always 
been a fantasy of mine to have sex with a teacher. Of course, until the 
preceding summer the fantasy had been of the male me fucking a pretty young 
female teacher, but the spirit was still there.

Since I decided this at the beginning of December, I had about two weeks to 
make it happen before vacation would interrupt my efforts. I set about 
trying to make myself even more enticing in his class, and make it even more 
obvious that I was flirting with him. I made sure when I was headed to math 
class always to arrange my shirt to show as much cleavage as possible. Now 
that I was up to a G-cup bra, that was quite a bit, and I used every bit of 
it to my advantage whenever I'd make up some question so that I could go up 
to his desk and lean way over it, with my huge tits falling two-thirds of 
the way out of my shirt while I rested my elbows on his desk. I don't think 
he ever even glanced at my paper when I did that.

Also, I was wearing brightly colored lingerie, so he couldn't help but 
notice when my fire-engine-red panties peeked out from under my plaid skirt. 
 Since the skirt only fell to the very tops of my thighs, barely covering 
my g-string, that happened pretty often, particularly as I was make it a 
point to always sit spread-legged in his class, giving him an easy view from 
his desk up my skirt. It made my pussy so wet when he'd be lecturing from 
the chalkboard and I'd notice him staring up between my spread thighs. He'd 
lose his train of thought and just stare up my skirt for a moment, then sit 
down for the rest of the lecture.

Another thing I made a point of was, every day at the end of his class, to 
wait until the other girls had left before facing away from him and bending 
over at the waist to pick up the books I'd left on the floor. I knew, with 
my super-short skirt, that I was baring my ass cheeks to him and making it 
very obvious that I was only wearing a g-string.

As the month wore on and he continued to do nothing but stare at me, I tried 
to think of some way to ensure that he'd do something a bit more concrete. 
It wasn't that I was short on sex, as I'd still been going out and finding 
someone to fuck me nearly every day, but that I really wanted to be fucked 
by my teacher. By the 17th, a few days before vacation began, I was 
desperate enough to chance taking off my underwear, both panties and bra, at 
lunch. Since math class was the first class of the afternoon, this wasn't 
as big of a risk as it might have seemed; I just had to get from the 
bathroom to the classroom without my short skirt lifting up enough for 
anybody to see that all there was under it was my cute ass and bald pussy.

I took short steps and got there just fine, then took my seat as I always 
did. I was kind of enjoying the thrill I got from not having anything on 
except my skirt and blouse, from being completely bare underneath and 
feeling my bare ass and my pussy against the seat when I sat down. I didn't 
think any of the other girls had noticed. Even though my tits were a huge 
G-cup, they really didn't sag very much. I thought that was because they 
hadn't been fighting gravity for years, only a few months. My nipples were 
extremely obvious through the shirt, but they were nearly as obvious even 
when I was wearing a bra.

Mr. Hoffman didn't notice at first, because I was keeping my legs together 
for the first time this year. I saw him make a couple of furtive glances in 
my direction, and I was pretty sure I saw a look of disappointment cross his 
face when he realized that he wasn't going to be able to enjoy the free show 
of looking up my skirt today. It was then, after he'd finished outlining 
the day's assignment and had sat down to take a sip of his coffee, that I 
spread my legs wide and flashed him my bare-shaven pussy.

His eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he spit coffee all over his desk. 
 I snapped my legs together while he made a half-hearted explanation of 
"too hot!" to the class. After he'd cleaned up his desk and sat back down, 
his eyes slowly swiveled in my direction and he gave me an incredulous look. 
 I grinned at him and spread my legs again.

This time he wasn't surprised, but he certainly didn't look away. His eyes 
seemed to be studying the sight of my hairless pussy, focused up my skirt 
and between my perfect thighs as if he was trying to memorize the view. I 
could feel myself getting wet, my pussy juice seeping out onto the seat of 
my desk as I felt his gaze on my bald mound.

The class passed slowly, but when the bell finally rang, I wasn't surprised 
at what he said.

"Michelle, could you please stay after class? I have something I'd like to 
discuss with you."

I stood up so that my skirt would cover the fact that I was naked under it, 
at least from the prying eyes of the other girls. As the last of them left 
the room, Mr. Hoffman closed and bolted the door. Before I walked up to his 
desk I bent over to pick up my books, baring my bald pussy and naked ass to 
his view. I could hear him swallowing nervously.

"Michelle," he began, "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now 
about your behavior in class. Today, however, was over the top. Do you 
have any idea of what you're doing, or of how much trouble we both could get 
in if anyone were to realize the little game you're playing?"

"But Mr. Hoffman, who would find out?"

"That's beside the point. For god's sake, Michelle, you're thirteen years 
old! I'm twenty-six. That's twice your age! Apart from that, I'm a 
married man!" He waved his left hand, with a gold band on the ring finger, 
in front of my face.

"I don't have any illusions that we could date or anything, Mr. Hoffman," I 
said. "But I do have to admit that I've been having fantasies about doing 
things of a bit less personal but more... intimate nature with you."

He was getting more flustered now. But he still tried to argue.

"The fact remains, Michelle, that you are thirteen years old and a student, 
and I'm your teacher."

"Does this look like the body of a thirteen-year-old?" I asked, as I 
unbuttoned my bra and pulled my shirt wide, revealing my gigantic titties. 
This was it. He'd either fuck me or call the office.

When his hands reached out, it was for my jutting, rock-hard nipples, not 
the telephone, and I knew he wouldn't need any more convincing. I felt him 
run his hands over my huge breasts, feeling the soft, quivering flesh, and I 
gasped when his hands touched my nipples. As he fondled my tits, I reached 
down to push my plaid skirt down over the swell of my ass and let it fall to 
the floor. I stood in front of my teacher completely naked as he felt me 
up.

"You love it, don't you Mr. Hoffman?" I asked. "You love to feel up little 
girls. That's why you took this job, isn't it? You've got a fetish for 
little girls in their catholic-school uniforms."

"You're not so little, Michelle," he murmured as his lips brushed against my 
neck. "But I do love the way you look in that skirt and those little 
knee-socks."

I slowly crouched down, kneeling in front of him while I undid his belt. He 
leaned against his desk for support as I unzipped his fly and pulled his 
khakis down, revealing his smooth-shaven cock. It sprang to a ten-inch 
erection, jutting stiffly from the hairless skin of his crotch.

"Aha!" I moaned. "You DO have a fetish! I bet you make your wife shave her 
pussy, don't you Mr. Hoffman?"

"That's none of your business, Michelle," he moaned.

"I bet you do," I went on. "You shave your dick, and you make her shave her 
pussy. I bet you play games with her, make her act like a little girl. 
Don't you Mr. Hoffman?"

He didn't reply, but I could see he was shaking with arousal. His cock was 
incredibly hard, and pulsing with every beat of his heart, and his face was 
turning red.

"Tell me the truth," I said. "Tell me if you make your wife shave her 
pussy. If you don't, I won't even touch your cock." This was an empty 
threat. I was already way too wet and horny to turn back. But he didn't 
know that.

"I do! I make her shave it!" he moaned, and I engulfed his cock in my mouth 
before he'd gotten the words out of his lips. I slid my tongue all over the 
smooth, hairless skin of his cock, licking and teasing it. I grabbed the 
base and started to jack him off, loving the smooth, stubble-less feel of 
his perfectly shaved crotch. His dick was big enough that I had quite a lot 
of leeway for strokes at the base with my hand while my mouth continued to 
work on the head. At the same time, my other hand moved to its accustomed 
place between my thighs, rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy as I 
crouched on the floor sucking my teacher's dick.

"I didn't used to make her," he went on, the words coming in a flood as he 
felt the relief of my hot mouth wrapped around his member. "Not until this 
year. I never had any kind of schoolgirl fetish until I saw you. But every 
day you'd come in to class, with that perfect body peeking out from under 
the uniform. At first I wasn't sure how much you were trying to flash me, 
and how much you just weren't aware was showing. But I started shaving my 
cock and I made my wife shave her pussy back in September. Then I bought 
her a schoolgirl outfit, with a white shirt, plaid skirt and knee-socks, 
just like you wear, and had her put it on for sex. Every time I peeled it 
off of her, I was thinking about you!"

All the time he was saying this, I was sucking away at his dick. I loved 
the feel of it, the taste of it, and the knowledge that he was my teacher 
and I was giving him this blowjob in his classroom. Nobody could have seen 
us from the hall, but if anybody had happened to cut through the courtyard 
they could have looked right through the windows and seen him leaning 
against his desk while I kneeled in front of him with my face buried in his 
crotch. But neither of us could care enough to stop. It just felt too 
good.

I had been orgasming steadily, my hand in my crotch helped along by the 
awareness of the situation, but all at once Mr. Hoffman's hand was on the 
back of my head and he was forcing me towards his crotch, cramming his dick 
deeper down my throat as his hips thrusted and bucked. I almost choked as 
he forced his cock into my mouth, but at the same time I loved having my 
throat filled with his delicious meat. He gave one final thrust and a grunt 
that he tried to silence, then shot his load into the back of my throat. I 
was a little disappointed that he'd shot it directly into my stomach instead 
of filling my mouth with it so that I could taste his hot salty cum, but a 
little did overflow back into my mouth, so I at least got a taste of it. It 
only made me hungry for more.

As soon as he'd shot his first load down my throat, Mr. Hoffman started to 
back his cock out of my mouth. I sucked at it as it withdrew, cleaning the 
remaining cum off the head before it popped completely out of my mouth. 
Then he put his hands under my arms, straightening me up until I was 
standing in front of him. Though he was only 5' 11", he towered over my 
tiny 5' 1" frame. He guided me as we changed positions, boosting me up so 
that I could sit on the edge of his desk, with my cute little ass on a stack 
of tests and my pussy spread wide. His cock still hard as rock, Mr. Hoffman 
moved between my legs and started to slide up inside of me.

"Mr. Hoffman, are you sure you want to do this? You could lose your job if 
anyone finds out you fucked me!"

"I was risking that when I didn't send you out of the room as soon as I saw 
you weren't wearing any underwear. If I'm going to be punished, I'm at 
least going to enjoy all the benefits. Besides, if we're lucky you'll be 
the only one to know, and if you tell we won't be able to do this again."

He had me there. His cock was all the way inside my pussy now, filling me 
full of his meat, and I was completely sure that this was an experience I 
wanted to repeat. His rigid penis reamed my cunt again and again, filling 
me so completely full that I could feel every hairless inch of him as he 
slid against my interior walls. I loved to feel so full, loved to feel that 
hard cock pummeling my pussy.

I was too short for him to reach my tits with his mouth, but he fondled them 
with his hand. With every thrust they jiggled and bobbed on my chest, and 
his hand wandered over my flesh, tweaking my nipples expertly and urging me 
on to new heights of ecstasy. His other hand started on my hip, but it soon 
moved around to my lower back and slid lower, to the tops of my asscheeks, 
before he extended a finger and started to slide it down into the crack of 
my ass.

"A dirty little girl like you probably likes it in the ass," he moaned.

"I do!" I groaned back as I came. Hearing him tell me how dirty I was, 
along with the anticipation of his cock moving slowly down my asscrack, had 
pushed me over the edge again. "I love to take it in the ass!"

"I knew it. You're a slut, aren't you? You just like to show off your body 
and let guys fuck you, right? You're such a little slut."

"I am!" I gasped, orgasming steadily. "I am a slut! I love it!"

His finger slid up my asshole then. I could feel it there, just spearing me 
in the ass while his cock continued to ream my pussy. I loved it. I loved 
feeling something in my ass while he fucked me. He pushed his finger in 
deeper now, muttering to me the whole time.

"I bet you love it when guys just use your little body for sex. I bet you 
love to suck them off, playing with your big tits and your little bald pussy 
the whole time. You love to worship cock, don't you?"

"Ungghh!" I moaned. I couldn't answer. It all felt too good, his hands on 
my tits and up my ass, his cock impaling my pussy, thrusting into me again 
and again. It felt so good I couldn't make my mouth form words.

"You love to be a little fuck-toy. A little sex-pot. You love it when I 
look at you, stare at your little ass or your gigantic tits. That's why you 
flash me. You love to show your body to people, to guys, and then you love 
it when they can't hold back and they have to fuck you, whatever the 
consequences. It's all just sex, that's all you want, isn't it? You just 
want to be fucked, again and again, forever!"

He slid my little ass down off his desk then, and turned me around so that 
my hands were on the desk and I was leaning over, presenting my cute ass to 
him. I had to stand on a couple of stacks of textbooks to get my ass high 
enough that he could slide into my pussy again easily. As I looked in front 
of me, I could see the puddle my pussy-juice had made, seeping out of my wet 
pussy and onto the stack of school-work.

As soon as Mr. Hoffman was back inside me, he started ramming away even 
harder than before. My gigantic tits took up their familiar pendulum-sway 
as I was fucked from behind. He was going at it like a crazy man, kneading 
and grabbing my ass cheeks as he rammed his cock up into my pussy. I could 
tell that he was getting closer to his orgasm, and he was fucking me like it 
was the end of the world.

Finally, he rammed his cock home, hitting bottom in my tight bald twat. I 
could feel his immense shaft twitching as his cum shot into me, filling my 
pussy with the warm wet sensation of his seed. I felt the warmth spread 
through my abdomen as my orgasm finally started to subside.

But Mr. Hoffman wasn't done with me. He'd been dreaming of fucking my 
little thirteen-year-old body for months, and he had built up the stamina 
for at least one more try. I could feel him starting to pump my pussy 
again, and I gathered up the strength to gasp one request.

"Please," I murmured. "Please fuck me in the ass."

I didn't have to repeat myself. Mr. Hoffman slid his thick hairless cock 
out of my pussy and up along my slit until it was nestled between my 
asscheeks. The head was pressing insistently against my asshole, and I was 
leaning into it, eager to feel it penetrating my backdoor. Slowly, he slid 
in past the tight entrance to my ass and I gasped at the pleasure of feeling 
his huge cock inside my butt.

"For such a horny little slut, your ass is tighter than I would have 
guessed," he whispered in my ear.

"This is still new to me! I only got fucked in the ass for the first time 
last month," I explained.

"But you knew you loved it, didn't you? I can tell how much you loved 
having your cute little ass filled with cock. You even beg for it now."

"Yes, I loved it. Fuck me, Mr. Hoffman! Fuck my ass!"

His strokes were gradually getting longer and deeper, and he was buttfucking 
me faster now as he felt my ass relaxing to the intruding presence of his 
cock. I could tell that he wasn't going to last long, that he loved the 
sensation of fucking me in my tight little teenage ass, so I bucked back 
into him, eager to get all the sensation I could as long as I had his cock 
up inside me. With every thrust I could feel him filling my backdoor with 
all of that cock, and I wanted to scream with pleasure. My tits were 
bouncing on my chest again with the force of his assfuck. I couldn't 
believe how much I was getting off on feeling my teacher's big hairless cock 
buried in my ass.

It was over too soon, just as I had feared. But I had wanted it to last 
forever, so the fact that it ended at all made it too soon. I felt his cum 
splash up into my ass, filling my last remaining hole with the warmth and 
pleasure of taking his load. He moaned and settled down onto my back, and I 
could feel his disheveled clothes against the bare skin of my back and ass. 
I never wanted him out of my ass, but his limpening cock wasn't rigid enough 
to stay inside me, and it slid out with an audible pop.

He was silent as he rearranged his clothes, while I gathered mine from the 
floor and started to put them back on. I knew this was something both of us 
would be eager to repeat, but neither of us would be likely to talk about 
except when we were actually fucking. But suddenly I realized that there 
was one thing I did need to say to him.

"Mr. Hoffman, could you write me a pass? I'm late for gym class."

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In the months that followed, the changes in my body finally ground to a 
halt. I wouldn't say that they stopped completely, since I was still 
physically a girl in the early part of my teens, but they had slowed down to 
a rate that wasn't abnormal for my apparent age.

My height had bottomed out at 5' 1", and I didn't think I'd grow much beyond 
that. Dr. Jacobs confirmed my suspicions when I met with him towards the 
end of March; he said that 5' 3" was probably the best I could hope for. At 
the same time, my breasts had started to grow more slowly. It took until 
the end of January before I had replaced my G-cup bras with H-cups, and 
until the end of March before I'd had to buy I-cup bras. Dr. Jacobs also 
said I'd probably be able to stick with that size for a year or two.

I had continued to have blood samples taken, and Dr. Jacobs said that my 
hormone levels were calming down, becoming more what a thirteen or fourteen 
year old girl could reasonably expect to have. I noticed a slight drop in 
my libido, meaning that I wanted sex a few times a day rather than 
constantly. I was still letting Bobby and Mr. Hoffman fuck me regularly, 
and Julie was still licking my pussy a few times a week, but I finally felt 
like I could start to have other interests in life except for sex.

At the appointment towards the end of March, Dr. Jacobs also said that, 
since my hormones appeared to be calming down, if I wanted to start to 
undergo treatment to reverse what had happened to me, we could probably look 
into it, as long as my hormonal balance stayed normal for a few months. I 
asked him what that would involve, and he said that it would probably be a 
regimen of synthetic male hormones, as well as surgery to remove my breasts 
and rebuild my now-absent penis.

I actually thought about it for a few minutes, reflecting on my life. I had 
just had a birthday, making me either eighteen or fourteen, depending on how 
you looked at it. A year ago, I had been a very masculine guy, and now I 
was a very feminine girl. There were advantages to both. Did I really want 
to stay this way?

And then I thought about the way people looked at me when I was wearing my 
little skimpy, sex-kitten outfits. The way my tits jiggled and swayed 
whenever I walked, and nearly burst out of my clothes. I thought of being 
fucked, by my brother, by Mr. Hoffman, or by some nameless, faceless guy, a 
hard cock ramming home into my pussy again and again. I thought of kneeling 
to take a rock-hard penis into my mouth, sucking it down until the cum shot 
into my stomach. I thought of bending over and feeling some guy reaming my 
ass, screaming in pleasure while he rammed his shaft up my butt.

I smiled. I could feel myself getting horny, my hairless pussy getting hot 
and wet inside my g-string, and I knew that it wasn't because my hormones 
were going wild and I couldn't help myself. I knew it was just because I 
liked it. Liked the images running through my head. Liked acting them out. 
 Liked being a slut.

"No thanks," I told Dr. Jacobs. "But if you really want to prescribe a 
treatment for my body, I've got something else in mind..."

End