Feminized for the Very First Time: 8 Books Feminization Anthology

by D. L. Savage

  I looked down at my own body, flat and boring and ugly. It seemed to taunt me; a permanent reminder of what I’d never truly be.

  Damn, this was so fucked up. Just a few short days ago, I’d been Paul. A normal everyday guy, who – generally at least – was happy with his lot. But now? Now I longed to be Lisa again, that sexy girl who’d felt so real.

  I’d even considered changing one last time, transforming back into Lisa for a final farewell adventure, so that I could join the girls at the bar and have a little more fun. But even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t. After all, the only outfit I had was the swimsuit, and it would look totally stupid turning up to a cocktail bar dressed like that ...

  “Hey, Paul!” Ashley’s voice called just then, breaking me out of my thoughts, her words accompanied a moment later by a knocking at the door.

  I pulled myself off the bed and trudged over, opening it reluctantly. And when I set eyes on Ashley, my envy doubled. She looked great. Her blonde hair was tied up in a high, sexy pony tail and her makeup was fucking awesome. I found myself checking it out for tips – admiring the way she’d made her already eyes almost cartoonishly large with an expert use of mascara and eyeliner.

  “We’re going out to a bar,” she said with a smile. “It’s just this cocktail place in the town. You wanna come along?”

  I stared at her in disbelief. Had she really just said that? I waited for her face to change, to curl into a mean little sneer as it became clear she was fucking with me. But no, her question actually seemed … genuine.

  “Uh, thanks but no thanks,” I replied, still totally taken aback by her change in demeanor. “I’m just gonna hang out here and get some work done. But you guys have fun.”

  “Cool,” she said, leaving a cloud of sweet-smelling perfume in her wake as she strutted back to the open door to the girls’ room, announcing, “come on bitches, we’re gonna be late!”

  A moment later Becky and Kelly came rushing out of the door, and the three set off down the corridor, in their hurry leaving the door to their room wide open behind them.

  As I stared at the open door, I felt a new plan forming inside me, my heartbeat quickening the longer I thought about it.

  I couldn’t … could I?

  But it was like Lisa had already taken over my actions, as I started to walk out into the corridor towards the girls’ room. I paused at the door, holding my breath, until I was sure they were gone, and then I stepped inside ...

  10

  My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to burst right out of my chest as I surveyed the room which, as I suspected, was strewn with clothes. The sweet scent of perfume hung in the air as I got down on my knees and quickly began scanning through the various items, trying to piece together some kind of outfit.

  I knew that I would still need to wear the swimsuit – after all, it gave me my figure and kept my cock hidden – but my plan was to throw a few items over it.

  The first thing I found was a simple black vest which would be perfect to hide the top. And a moment later, rummaging around amongst the colorful scraps of fabric that littered the floor, I pulled out a tight pink miniskirt.

  I was almost done! I just needed some shoes.

  And after another quick scan, I pulled out a pair of simple black sandals, which would do the trick just nicely.

  I gathered up the items and raced back to my room, my whole body coursing with adrenaline. I knew I only had the shortest time to get ready and make it to the bar before the girls thought I’d stood them up.

  I checked the clock on my laptop – it was almost nine o clock already, and I knew the walk into town would be ten minutes at least.

  With shaky hands, I pulled out the suitcase once more from beneath the bed and threw open the lid.

  Lisa was back ...

  “You made it!” Ashley called, waving happily from her table at the back of the bar. “We were getting worried about you.”

  All the girls were there, sipping from big colorful cocktails, but there seemed to be no sign of the lifeguard. As I walked towards them, swinging my hips, I felt confident and sexy, proud of the job I’d done on my makeup. And the clothes looked amazing – the miniskirt especially really showed off my ass, making it look hotter than ever.

  “Sorry I’m late!” I replied, as I took a seat at the large table. “I accidentally took a nap …”

  “We bought you a cocktail,” Becky announced, thrusting a big blue drink in my direction.

  “Thanks,” I grinned, taking the glass and sucking daintily on the straw, feeling the strong sweet alcohol fill my mouth. “So where’s uh ... our friend,” I added shyly, half of me hoping he wasn’t going to show, while the other kinda hoped he would.

  “Oh, you mean Lucas?” Ashley grinned back. “He’s just had to go out to make a quick phone call. I thought you might have seen him when you came in? He’ll be back any moment!”

  At her words, I felt a fresh rush of nervous excitement. I’d been so totally fixated on just walking into the bar, I must have strode right past him!

  “Talk of the devil,” Becky added in an excited whisper, and I turned around, my heart starting to boom as he headed casually towards us, that big dazzling grin of his fixed on his face, his blonde hair looking even curlier and thicker than I remembered it, and his hot body now encased in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

  It was crazy, the rush of feelings and sensations that were coursing through me. I was excited, nervous and even a little turned on. Because as Lisa, I realized for sure that it was guys I was attracted to. And one hunky guy in particular ...

  “Lucas, you remember Lisa, right?” Ashley said as he reached the table.

  “Of course,” he smiled, his blue eyes locking onto mine.

  He held out his hand and I made to shake it, my glossy lips curling into a shy smile, which turned into a gasp of surprise as he actually brought my hands up to his thick sensual lips and kissed it.

  All the girls laughed, and Ashley shot me a look, as if to say See, he totally likes you!

  I couldn’t help but beam with pride as he took the seat right next to me, my senses now filled with the spicy musk of his cologne, his body so big and masculine next to my own slender frame.

  “I hear you are leaving tomorrow?” he said to me, in his soft, European accent.

  “Yeah, I have to get back to the States,” I smiled back sadly, kind of wishing I’d told the girls I’d be staying a few more days.

  “Well, we will have to make sure that your last night is fun,” he added, a playful tone entering his voice, his dazzling blue eyes never leaving mine for a moment.

  I just smiled back sweetly and nodded, reaching for my cocktail with a hand I hoped wasn’t shaking as I took another long, slow sip, savoring the sweet-yet-strong taste of the alcohol.

  And as we all began to settle into our night at the bar, talking and drinking, laughing and joking, the cocktails flowing and the conversation between Lucas and I becoming more and more playful the drunker we got, I began to wonder just how far things might go ...

  11

  The night went by in a blur, and before I knew it, we were all making our way out of the bar and into the balmy summer night outside, where people bustled past on the streets and the air seemed charged with a fresh kind of excitement.

  I could tell that Lucas was hanging around nearby to me, waiting to see what I would do next, as I said my goodbyes to the girls in turn, giving them each a goodbye hug.

  “We should totally stay in touch when you’re back in the States,” Ashley said. “I’m hoping to study in New York, too, so we could hang out!”

  “Yeah, that would be really cool,” I found myself saying. “Give me your email address.”

  “Are you sure you’ll remember it?” Ashley said once she’d told it to me, and I grinned, thinking I already know it, but saying, “don’t worry, I’ve got a really good memory!”

  “Well, hopefully see you again real soon!�
� she laughed, as she turned to make her way back to the hotel. “Oh and Lisa,” she added with a naughty grin, “have a fun rest of your night!”

  Once she’d left, I turned to face Lucas, who was smiling down at me, his handsome face sending an unexpected thrill of excitement right through me.

  “I have an apartment really near to here,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, “if you wanted to come back for some coffee?”

  “Coffee would be nice,” I heard myself say, feeling my pulse begin to race.

  Was I really about to do this?

  But even as I was wondering just how far I was willing to go, Lisa took control once more, reaching out her hand and linking her arm in his ...

  “You have a really nice place,” I said, as we stepped inside, my eyes roving around the cluttered yet artsy little studio apartment, with bright yellow paintwork and what looked like real modern art paintings hanging on the walls.

  “I lied,” Lucas said from right behind me, causing me to jump as I spun around to face him, gazing up puzzled into his big blue eyes.

  “Lied about what?” I asked, my voice trembling a little, my whole body trembling, from both nervousness and anticipation, the air seeming to crackle and spark between us, his sensuous lips so close to mine I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he spoke.

  “I don’t have any coffee,” he murmured, his hands slipping gently around my waist.

  And in that moment, as he leant in to kiss me, it was like time itself slowed down – a whole cavalcade of emotions running through me. Part of me wanted this so so badly, while another wondered what the hell I was even doing. I mean, I was supposed to be straight. And even if things did heat up, how far could they go before he found out my secret?

  But as his lips touched against my own, I felt my eyes closing and a deep shiver of pleasure flowing through my body, his tongue pushing into my mouth and his strong, taut body crushing against my own.

  I moaned into his mouth as his hands moved to my ass, pulling me even closer to him, close enough now to register the unmistakeable bulk of his cock, hot and hard, rubbing against my own through the padding of the swimsuit and my miniskirt, sending another deep shudder of pleasure through me.

  But as his hands moved upward, in the direction of my breasts, my eyes flashed open and I quickly pulled away, the word “Wait!” leaping from my lips.

  “What’s the matter?” he said gently.

  I knew I wanted it now, wanted him badly, but also that it had to be on my terms, if I was going to keep my not-so-little secret hidden.

  “Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable?” I said, nodding to the large couch just behind us.

  “Sure baby,” he replied, a weird thrill shooting through me as he called me that; because I felt truly feminine and girly now, truly Lisa.

  I watched hungrily as he strode over to the couch, confidently turning and sitting down on it, his blue eyes blazing as I strode towards him, swinging my hips, feeling my bound cock throbbing with such a sweet ache between my legs it was almost like a kind of pain.

  Instinct took over as I reached him, and before I even thought about it, I’d sunk to my knees, my hands on his thighs as I started to tug at his jeans, wanting them open now, wanting to free that juicy cock of his immediately. And as I fumbled open the buttons of his pants with trembling fingers, he lazily tugged off his t-shirt, uncovering that golden muscular torso beneath.

  I gazed up at his godlike body in awe, my own trembling with pure desire as I lifted myself upward again, my palms resting on his taut muscular thighs, as I stole one last kiss from his thick sensuous lips, a treat too delicious to resist.

  I felt his hands slip into my hair as our lips touched, and again for a moment I panicked, thinking he’d figure it was a wig. But as the kiss became more passionate, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth, everything stayed firmly in place, exactly where it should.

  Finally, I pulled my mouth away from his and began to kiss his pecs instead, flicking my tongue over his small but hard nipples, tasting the faint tang of sweat on his skin as I worked my way further south, over his abs, over his belly button, making my way towards the deliciously large cock that was now jutting up from his open jeans, hard and thick, with a bulbous pink head, already shiny and wet with pre-cum; as perfect a cock as any I’d ever seen in porn.

  I felt my own dick aching madly between my legs as I set eyes on it, knowing I wanted nothing more in the world than to suck it, to feel its hot hardness filling my mouth completely.

  I lowered back to my knees, my face only inches away from him there, close enough to feel the animal heat radiating off his skin as I finally brought my glossy lips eagerly towards his dick. And as I took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around the hard throbbing shaft, I let out a soft moan of pleasure, amazed at just how right this felt. I bobbed my head, slowly and sensuously, working my lips up and down the shaft, then moving upwards, focussing on the head, flicking and swirling my tongue all around it, the way I’d enjoyed whenever girls had blown me.

  But this was a totally different experience; the experience of being totally slutty, of pleasing, of bringing off a hot hunky guy with my feminine mouth, my hands now joining in on the action too, one cupping his full shaven balls while the other began to jack his thick slicked rod in time with the slow bobbing of my head.

  I moaned again as his girthy cock filled my mouth; it just felt so good, so good I could suck on it forever.

  But all of a sudden, I felt his his hands slip into my hair and hold my head still for a moment, and I wondered if he was about to tell me to stop – or even if he was about to cum. After all, it was only right to give a girl a little warning, first.

  But was I ready for that?

  Did I want him to cum?

  Truth was, I had no idea.

  Part of me did, while another was still too scared, like it might be one step too far, that that would be the thing that finally made me gay. Which is totally stupid, I know, seeing as I already had this guy’s pulsing cock crammed deep in my mouth.

  But even as I was deliberating, I felt Lucas’s grip tighten on my head, as he began to rhythmically thrust himself in and out of my mouth, each thrust driving his cock deeper and deeper until it was almost nudging against my tonsils.

  And holy shit, I loved it! I knew how slutty I must look, there on my knees, that hard cock fucking my face, my eyes closed in pleasure, my legs spread wide apart, my own prick throbbing and aching, still totally untouched between my legs.

  “You want my cum, baby?” Lucas growled, his voice low and taut with pure lust.

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, as much as I was able, my body trembling and poised, waiting for it to happen, my heart hammering.

  Because I knew now that I did. I wanted it so badly it was driving me crazy.

  And sure enough, a moment later, I felt him stiffen, driving his cock deep and hard into my mouth, his thighs tensing, his dick swelling and pulsing as, with a final low moan, he let go, flooding my mouth and throat with a hot creamy load, which I gulped back eagerly, so fucking turned on I almost felt like I might cum too.

  I kept my lips wrapped tight around the pulsing shaft of his cock until he’d totally finished, making sure to lap up any last droplets as he slid himself free of my lips.

  I was still shaking, still totally horny, still feeling like I might explode at any moment as I pushed myself back to my feet, my knees almost buckling and my legs feeling like jello. But somehow I managed to keep it all together, and a quick nervous glance down at the front of my skirt confirmed that the suit had hugged me tightly in place this whole time.

  “Well, that was fun!” I heard myself giggle, in Lisa’s soft feminine voice, talking like we’d just done something totally innocent like watch a movie or play video games. “But I guess I’d better be going.”

  “Sure, baby,” Lucas smiled back, still sprawled lazily on the couch, his golden skin shining, his semi-hard cock lying meatily aga
inst his six-pack now, glistening from my saliva.

  In that moment, it occurred to me that this was probably a regular everyday thing for him, that he probably had a whole busload of girls from the beach queuing up to blow him.

  But I didn’t care. I really had had fun. And I was glad that my first time like this was such an easy, no-strings encounter.

  I leant in to give him a final quick peck on the cheek, the salty-sweet taste of his cum still strong in my mouth, and then I turned on my heel and strutted out of his apartment, giving him a last wiggle of my cute little butt as I went.

  Out on the street, my head was still in a total whirl; my body still trembling, my cock still aching, my mind spinning uncontrollably. I stumbled in a daze through the quiet, balmy streets, every nerve still aflame in my body, my thoughts flashing back again and again to just how fucking good it felt to suck him like that, to feel him blow his load in my mouth, to lick his cock clean, to be there on my knees before him like a total goddamn slut.

  I picked up pace, walking faster now, just wanting to be back in my room as quick as humanly possible so that I could finally free my cock, so desperate to jack off and cum now it was insane. I’d never felt hornier in my entire life, and soon it became totally overwhelming, a physical need for release so intense I knew for sure that I couldn’t even make it the five minute walk back to the resort.

  I looked around me, scanning the quiet deserted streets for some dark corner to hide myself way in, and my eyes came to rest on the perfect spot, a small alley between two closed beachfront stores.

  I dashed towards it, not even caring if I moved in a feminine way anymore, just flat out running, my horniness feeling like it was spinning out of control.

  And the moment I was safely in the shadows, hidden from sight, I tugged my miniskirt around my waist, then yanked the swimsuit roughly to one side, finally freeing my aching cock, which sprung out, fully hard, harder than I’d ever known it.