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I Got the DD's parts 4- 6
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I Got the DD's Chapter Four
I let the warm water of the shower flow over my new curves. Taking a
shower in a new body was a difficult task. All the old familiar contours
were gone. I had to soap and lather new areas. My whole body felt alive. I
reached up to wipe the soap from my eyes and ran into a tit. The hair was a
living monster. Finally the chore was finished. I carefully towled off and
stepped into our bedroom, naked. Jane went to the closet and pawed
through the dresses hanging there.
"We've got to find something to show off those big new tits of yours," she
said. "Here, I think this will work just fine."
She unhooked a hangar that had a black mini-skirted dress and layed it
across the bed. I recognized the dress. It had been one of my favorites
on Jane. Backless, with a fitted waist and a very short skirt. She had worn
it with a padded, push-up "Wonder-bra" that had made her look busty. I
wouldn't need any padding. In fact, I wasn't sure that I could get the
skimpy thing over my gigantic tit mounds.
"There is no way that I am going anywhere! Especially in something like
that!" I shouted in my ridiculous voice.
Jane unbuttoned her shirt and took off her pants. "Oh yes you are. Even
if I have to drag you, so come on and get those clothes on. Our reservation
is in 30 minutes." She said firmly as she pulled one of my suits out of the
closet.
I sighed a big sigh of resignation and picked up the dress, trying to
figure out exactly how to put it on. I noticed Jane watching me, and I saw
a bulge in her jockey shorts starting to grow. Shit, she was getting
excited looking at me. I wondered how she could get excited looking at
herself. A psychiatrist could have a field day with us now. Still, it had
to be strange for her, getting a hard-on for the first time! I glanced at
myself in the full length mirror and realized why Jane was reacting as she
was. Naked, bare breasts, bouncing with my every move. A tiny waist with
wide hips and a full, generous ass. My legs seemed to go on forever. A sexy
full, mane of golden blonde hair, framing a face that combined a shy
innocence with a sensuous sexual element. God, I was turning myself on just
by looking in the mirror! I had to get out of this body! I felt my newly
acquired cunt become warm and moist. It felt alot like getting a hard-on as
a man, just all inside of me.
"Jane, maybe we should just stay home and explore our new bodies. You
know, get used to it before we go out in public." I stated in a low, husky
tone that suprised me.
"Come on Howard, hurry up and get dressed. We don't have all night.
Besides, you have a lifetime to get used to that sexy frame!" She grinned,
ignoring my obvious hint.
I ran my hands over my breasts, down my stomach, and around to the two
rounded globes of my butt cheeks. They felt soft, yet firm, and so smooth.
I reached down and picked up the pair of pantyhose that Jane had left on
the bed beside the dress. I sat, and pulled them up my long legs carefully.
God, this felt weird. My ass was a mile wide, and I watched the silky
stockings caress my thighs through my own deep cleavage. Reluctantly, I
stepped into the dress, pulling it up over my hips and breasts, just as I
had watched Jane do a hundred times. I closed the side zipper. The skimpy
rag fit firmly at my waist, with some fullness in the skirt, but it just
barely confined my big tits. Looking back at the mirror, my reflection
looked almost indecent. You could see the sides of my rounded globes where
the dress was open in the front. It felt like any sudden movement would
cause my silicone implanted orbs to pop out.
Jane said, "Now you know how I felt in that dress...like I was naked! The
men at the club will love it. the wives may not appreciate your free show
however!" She laughed.
Jane handed me a pair of shoes. "Here, slide your dainty feet into these,
and lets go." I looked down, and noticed the dress was even shorter than I
had imagined. Coming down to only mid-thigh, it showed most of my legs. I'd
have to be very careful how I sat. Now I remembered why I bought the dress
for Jane. The shoes that Jane had handed me had also been some of my
favorites on her. The heels were at least four inches high, the straps came
across the toes and up the back of the ankle. With Jane's small size five
foot, and a heel this high, I was close to walking on my tiptoe. My foot
arched close to perpendicular to the floor. I could now see why Jane had
complained about wearing these shoes. And now, I had to put up with them
all evening. I walked, with some difficulty, across the room towards the
mirror. It was like walking on stilts, throwing my large bosom forward and
my protruding ass back. Everyone would be watching me mince along in these
high heels, just hoping one of my big tits would fall out of the dress! All
the men were going to get big hard ons and want to screw me! This was to
much! Jane quickly applied my make up for me, She said we didn't have
enough time for me to fumble with it. I blinked my eyes, feeling the silt-
like powder on my lids as my lashes brushed my cheek. The taste of lipstick
was still something I associated with a sexual response. I needed to learn
how to control that! I felt stifled. I saw myself come out of the
bathroom in my brown suit. I was walking toward myself before I realized
that I wasn't me anymore. I was my wife, and she was me. I shook myself and
to my--- Jane's arm, and we walked out. With Jane's help I managed to
walk to the car. My skirt brushed across my nylon covered thighs. The cool
air rushed up my legs. I could feel it clear to my crotch. I felt
completely vulnerable. Getting in our low car I discovered what she meant
about entering a car. With pants, I could enter feet first, like a man, but
with a skirt, especially one this short, I found that I had to sit first,
and then swing my long legs in. In the car, we were silent for the first
few blocks.
Then, jane blurted out suddenly, "Damn it! I forgot to have you carry a
purse."
"What do I need with a purse?" I said.
"Part of being a woman is carrying a purse Howard. You don't have any ID
or money, and most importantly, you don't have any makeup to repair your
face if you mess it up! You have alot more to learn than I do sweetie!"
As we were riding along, I slid over next to Jane. I wasn't sure how I felt
towards her now that she had did this to us. I needed to experiment, to
test both of our feelings. I needed some form of control again. I reached
over and unzipped her pants.
She hollered "Howard! Stop that! You'll put us in a ditch!"
"Now Jane, you just relax and let me handle this." I replied in that
husky tone again, hauling her dick out of her pants. "I saw your pole
start to rise back in our bedroom. It must be hard, not knowing what to do
about it." I had often handled this piece of meat. My hand, much smaller
and softer encircled it and began to pump.
"Oh, Howard...Don't! Oh my gosh, I can't drive like this!" She said in
an excited voice.
"Just keep your eyes on the road. it feels good, doesn't it Jane. i'm
really very experienced at this...All those nights you had a 'headache'." I
said, stroking faster and faster. With my other hand I reached up to take
her handkerchief out of her breast pocket. It took two tries with my long
nails, but I got it just in time to drape it over the head of her cock as
it jerked and spurted as she came into the handkerchief.
She sighed, and said "Oh, that was heaven." I sighed also, saddened at my
thoughts. Jane would never have done that for me.
"Did you like that Jane?" I said. She nodded. "Why didn't you ever do
that for me?"
"I don't know...I just couldn't touch you like that." she said in an
embarrassed voice.
"Now you'll have to touch it, and I bet you'll be spanking it every
chance you get!" I said with a smile.
At the restaurant Jane said, "Now wait for me to open the door."
Getting out of the car my skirt rode up over my hips, exposing all of my
nylon covered legs and some of my dark pantied crotch. Jane pointed, and I
glanced down. Now I really understood her caution about getting in and out
in a lady-like manner! I got out and pulled the short skirt down as much
as I could. I took Jane's arm, and with small, careful steps, ankled into
the club. Every man and boy's eyes bugged out as they looked at me. A
waiter almost dropped a tray. The dress was so tight that it left nothing
to the imagination. Everyone knew that everything under the dress was all
me. My unconfined mammaries jiggled and bounced around inside the brief
top, trying to escape. My rounded hips and as rolled from side to side as I
minced along, trying to act feminine. At the table, I tried to sit
demurly, and because of the short skirt, crossed my legs to protect my
crotch, which still seemed somehow vulnerable. I discovered another fact,
crossing my legs was much more comfortable as woman than as a man. No cock
and balls to squeeze. But the height of my shoes forced me to point my
foot, which caused me to frequently change position. Each time I untangled
my long legs and recrossed them, all of the men and some of the women
watched me.
"See, Howard," Jane said,"You can't make a move without everyone looking
at you. All of the men are undressing you and mentally making love to your
sexy little body!"
"Yes, but when they look at me, they also see you." I replied.
"Ah..but they look at me, but they don't see me. They only see you."
Jane, playing the role of husband, ordered for us. As I ate, I was
fascinated by the small hand with the meticulously manicured nails that was
feeding me. And again, I was aware of my small mouth, forcing me to take
small bites of food. Eating as a busty woman was obviously an entirely new
experience. I had to remember to take small dainty bites. To be delicate in
the way that I handled myself. but because of my overhanging bust in front
I was forced to lean over just to see my plate. I realized that this gave
Jane a very sexy view of my cleavage.
"Does looking down the front of my dress make you hard under the table,
Jane?" I whispered to her, rubbing my leg against her's.
"Shut up, you smart alec," She scowled.
Suddenly, I had to go to the restroom. I was truly suprised at how
quickly the urgency came on. I looked across the room at the door marked
'Ladies." It seemed a million miles away. The men's room was closer, but as
I looked down at myself, I knew that wasn't the right choice anymore. A
urinal wouldn't do me any good! I smiled as I recalled the incident in the
hospital. I slid my chair back and stood. All heads turned. Jane looked
up.
"I have to go," I said in a worried tone.
"Can you make it OK?" she asked.
I nodded and started for the other side of the room. At first I tried to
walk round shouldered so as to minimize my big bust, but I soon discovered
that walking like that in very high heels with tits that weighed at least
three pounds each was not possible. I straightened up and taking small
steps, weaved my way through the tables to the restroom. I smiled at the
way that some of the men had almost twisted off their heads trying to get a
look at me. Jane had been right, I was the center of attention. In the
John I pulled up my short skirt, tugged down the silky hose, and let the
piss stream out of my pussy lips. As I let the urine flow, I remembered
back to high school sex ed, and all the terms I had learned. Labia, vagina,
ovaries, uterus, all mine now. I almost forgot to wipe myself when
finished. Front to back, don't want an E-choli infection! So much to worry
about now. It was a miracle that none of our friends were having dinner
that evening. We finished dining and drove home in silence. Jane must have
been deep in thought, but made no comments. I fully expected some remark
about my performance. At home, I managed to negotiate the walk into the
house without Jane's arm for balance. Maybe I would learn how to walk in
these friggin' shoes after all! I began to feel my old male confidence
return. Maybe I could beat Jane at her game after all. Maybe if I only
acted ultra-feminine she would give up on teaching me a lesson and turn us
back. I had to hope that there was an end. I couldn't accept the fact that
I could be trapped as a gorgeous blonde for the rest of my life.
I Got the DD's Chapter 5
Safely back at our house, I walked over to the dresser where I knew that
Jane kept her nighties. My parading around the bedroom without any clothes
on didn't seem to have any effect on Jane. i found a baby doll nightie all
trimmed in lace and pulled it on over my head. I picked up the matching
panties and pulled them on over my shapely hips.
In the bathroom I washed off all the make-up that Jane had so carefully
put on me. I looked in the mirror. Jane had always looked good, even
without makeup. I examined my new face critically. If I was to be a girl,
at least I was a good looking one. She had a gorgeous face with bright blue
eyes and a clear, glowing, soft complexion.
In bed I lay waiting for Jane. I couldn't help thinking about our sexual
relationship now and how I was going to feel about her. How could I accept
her making love to me as a man? The idea seemed almost repulsive to me.
But, I was a woman now, so it would be normal. If a man didn't make love to
me it would be a woman. Was I a lesbian now?
I let my hand stray down to my thighs. There was a thrill in rubbing my
own thighs and feeling the warmth begin to churn in my stomach and chest,
all the way to the nipples of my breasts. I let my hand wander between my
legs, stroking myself until my hands felt the long slit that entranced me.
Beside it, I could feel two rolls of soft, firm, resilient flesh. The twin
rolls seemed to be stuck together so that I could only slide my finger in a
very short way. I couldn't see what my fingers were doing because of my
huge bosom, but I could feel their effect as they slid deeper into my
canal. My stomach began to growl and my rump started swinging as if it were
an independent creature, separate from me. All I could think of was that I
had an itch inside of me, and I needed to scratch myself. I got up and
looked into the bathroom. There was a jar of Vaseline in the medicine
chest. Without hesitation, I pulled of the nightgown and stuck my hand into
the gooey substance and walked back into the bedroom. As soon as I laid
down, my legs spread wide and my fingers again found my new slit. The
itching inside was becoming more intense. I put my finger against it and
pushed. To my suprise it slid in without difficulty and I began to massage
what felt like a hard, bulbous mass held firm between two walls. My brain
started to reel and my body took on a motion of it's own. I was on my back,
and my feet were flat on the bed. I was pumping up and down, straining to
reach something that I could not describe. My pumping became faster and my
breath became more and more labored. I felt like I was climbing some kind
of hill that went up forever. My finger was jabing in harder and harder,
pressing against the hard core inside me.
Suddenly I was flying. I was soaring over the world in a step climb.
Then, there was only myself in a velvety sky with a backdrop of bright
stars. My arms felt outstretched like the wings of a seagull when he races
downwind on unseen currents. It was beautiful sensation, and it went on and
on. Gradually, it stopped, and I stood up to look at my hand. I couldn't
see anything on it, but it was wet almost to the wrist!
I went back into the bathroom and washed my hands. As I looked up I saw
myself in the mirror and laughed for the first time since I awoke in Jane's
body.
"You naughty thing," I said, looking in the mirror at the soft, downy
junction between my smooth thighs.
Suddenly, it felt like a dear friend that I had always known. I bent down
and tried to kiss it, but my lips came to my knees. Odd, I thought, that I
can bend so easily. I bent over to one side, then bent far back. It was
amazing how supple my new body was. I was suddenly delighted. I threw my
arms out, lifted my legs the way I'd watched Jane do when she danced,
twisted from my waist and tried to touch my back. I could reach up between
my shoulder blades without any difficulty at all! I breathed in deeply,
this time trying to see how far I could make my already out-thrusting
boobs stand out.
Without any warning at all, my insides began to go into spasm. In a flash
I was soaring again. There was no build up, no long climb. I held on to the
wash basin and let the feeling take me where ever it wanted to. The inside
of my slit was churning away in a delightful mixture of heat and motion
that warmed my whole body. When it passed I felt weak. I sat down on the
toilet.
I'd heard that some women have reverberations, like the aftershocks of an
earthquake. It must have happened to me, even without a man.
I hugged my big breasts and dance around. Being a girl was going to be
fun! I could reach heights of joy that men never dream of, even without
their help. All the equipment of joy was mine, to have and to hold forever.
I don't know how long I danced around before I calmed down. Maybe Jane had
done me a favor, and why had she given all this up for a male climax?
Jane came into the bedroom dressed in a pair of pajamas. We got into bed
and suddenly she was all over me. Rubbing my body in some of the most
sensitive places. She sure knew where to touch me. I guess she had years to
learn this body's sensual areas. I was too tired to fight her. My legs felt
weak as I sank to the bed and she laid on top of me. Even through her
pajama pants I could feel a hard shaft pressing against my leg. In the dim
light my breasts looked like mountains of white ivory topped with pink
cherries. Liquid fire began to run through me. This was going to answer
alot of questions for me.
Jane removed her pajamas. Her prong snapped out as if it was propelled by
springs. Her body felt like a bushel of hot snakes had broken loose. Her
feet, calves, thighs, stomach, and chest were writhing over me while my
huge tits bored into her. Her tool was pushing at my legs, trying to get
into the slit. I pressed my hands against the hunched muscles of her warm
back.
"Open your legs," she ordered.
I moved my feet apart and her hips slid down, over the hard bone above my
pussy. Her prick was jabbing like a lance at the lips between my legs. I
lifted my ass so she could get into position and ram it into me. She lunged
and hit the outside. One of her hands reached for mine and brought it down
between my legs. She wanted me to guide her big cock home. I wrapped my
small hand around the hot shaft and brought the slippery head against my
sex.
She pushed again as I opened my legs until I was straddling the bed. If
she didn't get inside me quickly, I was going to go crazy! Then, something
was pushing my groin apart. The muscles in my back strained as my pussy was
forced apart. The head glided into me like a hot poker. My labia clamped it
tight. I could feel the blood pounding in it, sending a tremor through me
with every beat of her heart. The hot thing inside of me was setting me on
fire. I began to vibrate all the way from my toes to me scalp. My arms
ached from squeezing her. My legs had some how rose to circle her waist.
She hunched forward and I gritted my teeth as the hot little ball began to
tear my insides apart.I put my hands on her hips to keep her from splitting
me open. I heard a far away female crying out. I realized it was me. If I
didn't know I was a man I would have sworn that a girl was getting the
screw of her life. Jane's body suddenly became very still. My vibrating had
turned into a violent tremble. My feet, my hips, my buttocks, were having
individual and uncoordinated spasms. I raised myself with my legs, trying
to press the hot little ball deeper inside of me. Jane's body went rigid.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," she hissed. I could recall that as a man I was
always aware of just how close I was to the brink of orgasm, but as a woman
I really didn't know.
Her teeth clamped down on my earlobe and she began to jerk violently. I
jammmed the points of my enormous tits into her chest and arched up to get
my body close to hers. For a moment, her arms clamped my so tightly that I
was afraid she would break my ribs. Her breathe began to ooze out in a long
exhalation. The hot thing inside me began to grow smaller even while I
struggled to keep it inside me. Her lips were on mine as she began to
wiggle and the rubbery thing slid out of my crack evan as I tried to hold
it in. She lifted her head and I saw that her eyes were shining.
"That was a million times better than when I was the girl." She said.
"How does it feel to be on the receiving end, howard?"
She stood up with her limp cock hanging in front of her legs. I wished she
would get hard again, but I knew that for a male it wasn't that easy. She
bent down and kissed me.
I padded softly into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let her cum
dribble out of my cunt. I wiped my self, put the frilly nightie back on,
and got into bed with thoughts of "wham-bam-thank-you-maam" as I dropped of
to sleep.
I Got the DD's Chapter 6
I spent the remainder of my, Jane's, vacation learning to be Jane. Under
he careful tutilage I practiced walking, talking, sitting, moving, even
dancing like a girl. I wore the briefest outfits Jane owned. She forced me
to wear high heeled shoes all the time. To the supermarket, cleaning house,
all the time. By the end of the week my feet were sore, but I could walk
with so degree of confidence that I would not break an ankle.
The days passed quickly, and I became more certain of my new role with
each passing day. I was learning all the things to come some natural to a
beautiful woman. I still had to continually think about my movements and
gestures, but Jane was satisfied that I was acting very feminine. I could
apply my own makeup, put on my bras and panty hose with complete ease. Even
the right to left buttoning of female clothing had ceased to bother me.
Jane said, "You learn fast Howard. I think you're going to make a better
woman than I did, and I think you even enjoy it!"
"How can you say that? I'm just making the best of an unbearable
situation." I said.
I soon became accustomed to my buxom shape, and even though the big
breasts often seemed to get in the way I learned to adapt to their
presence. The most difficult thing to get used to was my size. I had spent
all my life being a large man, and now, overnight, I had became a five foot
two 110 pound weakling. I couldn't lift half my weight or even open a jar
of pickles.
We had the neighbors over for drinks and even visited some close friends.
I had expected some comments concerning my sudden breast development, but
although my huge tits got some strange looks, nothing was said.
We went to the Arts Festival downtown. At Jane insistence I dressed in a
pair of brief panties and a pair of skin tight white shorts that were so
tight I thought I'd never get them on. They pressed up into my slit giving
me an almost erotic feeling. My bra lifted and separated my big globes. A
sleeveless tight top outlined my balooning breasts. I slipped my tiny feet
into a pair of four inch pumps and tripped across the room to the mirror
where I deftly applied my makeup and teased out my silky blonde tresses.
Again I stared at my angelic face in the mirror, moving my jaw and making
faces to make sure it was really me I saw reflected back. I reached up and
touched the mirror, the silver wristlets charming musically. It was me. I
still couldn't believe how I could be such a person. I had always loved
watching a gorgeous girl, well, now I was that girl. Probably forever. A
deep sigh broke my moment of contemplation and I walked out to meet Jane.
Downtown we walked around looking at the exhibits. A gentle breeze was
blowing, fanning my hair away from my face. As I walked, men turned to
watch me pass. I took deep breathes, know that it pressed my large breasts
against my tight top. I let my rear end bounce all that it wanted to. There
was a sense of power, even humor in seeing all those males panting after
me. I thought, as I glided along on my highs, how much trouble shoes
shorter that these had given me just two weeks ago.
All the men oggled my abundant charms. I looked back at them with
indecent thoughts and felt my pussy twitch with excitement as I wondered
how it would feel to have one of them push his big wang in my my cunt. I
got hot just thinking about it! As we walked I overheard comments such as,
'there goes a fine one', and simply, 'Man, check that out!'
After we walked around the arts festival, Jane and I went down to the
beach. We walked along the sand dunes, watching the waves crashing on the
beach. My shoes were full of sand and I stopped to slip them off.
Jane whirled and began to run down the beach, and I started chasing her.
The sand caught at my feet, holding me back. Jane had vanished. As I shot
past a dune that curved to make a small cove, she grabbed me around the
waist. She spun me around and kissed me.
"Hey, let's go swimming," she said.
"We don't have any suits."
"Who needs a suit?"
She began peeling off her clothes. The sight of her broad back and firm
buttocks dashing away from me made me tingle all over. With a primal
animal yelp she plunged into the water. I shrugged and unzipped my shorts,
stepped out of my panties and pulled my top over my head. I unhooked my
bra, my big jugs spilled forth and rolled around on my chest. In a moment
we were frolicking in the waves like two young sea-lions. My hair hung in
loose strands, but I didn't care. Our bodies rubbed together, broke apart,
and pressed together again, as we chased each other through the waves.
The sun was going down as we ran for our clothes. I almost grabbed the
familiar pair of faded 501's instead of my skimpy shorts. Some habits die
hard! Jane grabbed her undershirt and began to dry herself. I used my top.
The warmth that the sun had imbued to the sand began to rise up between my
open legs. Jane spread her Levi's out, laid down on her back and raised her
arm. I put my hand into hers and allowed her to pull me down on top of her.
We were like Adam and Eve reversed, alone with the elemental sea, the
crashing waves, and a few sea-gulls.
"I love you this way, and I love being a man." she said simply.
I nestled my body down into her and squirmed into the complete
contentment that enveloped me. Her lips found mine and we clung together.
The nipples of my big breasts were beginning to emerge into hard little
cones. Jane's organ began to swell against my stomach. She shifted under me
and I felt it continue to grow and slide towards my crotch. My stomach felt
tight with a nameless fear. Even though it was an incredible feeling,
something still told me it was wrong for a man to fuck me. However, I
couldn't back out now, even if I had really wanted to. I opened my legs and
tried to relax. The hot little ball slid into me without even a struggle. i
breathed deeply and clamped my pussy lips around it, hoping that I could
repeat my performance of the night before. We laid there for a moment, then
Jane raised her haunches ever so slightly. In spite of my mind saying I
shouldn't, I pressed down and back. The hot little thing was radiating a
fire that swept through me. I had to get it in deeper. I pressed down
again. The fire was reaching my brain.
"Push," I cried, suprising me! "Ram me!"
Her arms went down to my waist and she swung her hips up. Her shaft
zoomed into me like the shell from a cannon. Me guts suddenly ripped apart
and my legs seemed to break. My body felt as stuffed as a Christmas goose.
I wiggled to make the stuffing more comfortable. As I did a wave of pure
delight shot through me. It could only be compared to distilled sunshine
being pumped through every vein and artery. I felt so warm! I began to moan
and writhe. I was no longer myself. Some sex crazed slut had taken over
this female shell. Every motion I made was followed by the hot shaft
pressing into me. I began to thump my body up and down and back and forth
with her hips following in a passionate chase. My muscles squeezed and
relaxed while I dance in ecstasy. Jane's hips were battering mine each time
I pressed down onto her. How long had we been pumping like this? A minute?
An hour? I had no idea. Time did not exist. I rammed my ass back down and
felt the head of her cock bang against the soft opening of my newly
acquired uterus. We were no longer two people. We were one person racing
toward the sun. With a wild cry we plunged through it's burning corona and
into it's fiery depths. I yelled as the flames consumed me.
There was such a difference between a woman's climax and that of a man.
No one could explain it because the idea of experiencing both was
incomprehensible. Yet, I had done it. I had truly experienced both worlds.
My mind returned from the blackout slowly. The shaft was still inside of
me, warming my whole body even though the chill wind was blowing across my
back. Slowly, ever so slowly, the hot little ball began to slide back. i
wiggled my hips, reveling in the delicious warmth. It reached my lips and
stopped for a moment. I found Jane's lips and melted into her. Tears welled
up in my eyes.
Being a woman certainly had some compensations. I wanted to lie like this
forever, pressed together in a unity of mind and body, but the wind had
grown sharper. With a cry I squeezed her to me as hard as I could, and then
jumped up. My top was somewhat damp, but I pulled it over my head without
putting on my bra. The material slid roughly over my swollen nipples, but I
didn't care. This was the best I had felt since this whole transformation
had happened. As we plodded across the sand I tried to focus on the
wonderful feeling of the past few moments, and not the thought that some
man had just fucked me, and I liked it.
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