by D. L. Savage
“Okay, now some lingerie!” Jill said with a naughty little smile.
“What?” I said.
“Yeah, come on. Looking like that, it won’t be long before … you know, get some action. And you’re gonna want something pretty to wear for the right guy … or girl, am I right?”
My head was spinning. I hadn’t considered the idea of getting lucky. As usual, my thoughts had been solely on my research. But Jill was right; I suppose I should get some sexy underwear too, in case something did happen at some point in the future.
I felt a guilty pang as the thought of Stephen’s bulging crotch flashed through my mind. I imagined myself surprising him, wearing sexy lingerie. Would he be able to resist me?
“Sure,” I said, thinking guiltily about seducing Jill’s boyfriend, even though she was being so kind to help me out. What a bitch I was being! “What have you got?”
“Well, I picked out these. I think they’d look cute on you!”
Jill held up a white lacy lingerie set: panties, a suspender belt, stockings, a bra, and a negligee. It all looked like such a strange tangle of straps and loops and Jill could obviously see the confusion on my face, because she said, “Come on, let’s both go in the changing rooms and I’ll help you into it!”
So with that, Jill got up from her seat and followed me eagerly into the little cubicle, closing the door behind us. There was another floor length mirror in there and I looked at us in it: realizing with another intense flash of excitement that we were two smoking hot young women. I’d always wondered what girls got up to on their own, in places like this, and now here I was, in a private little cubicle with Jill! It was a quiet afternoon in the department store, and we seemed to be the only two people in the whole fitting rooms. The place was almost silent; the quiet shiver of my breath the only noise.
Jill held the lingerie for me while I got undressed, first pulling off that flimsy little blouse, feeling the cool air on my pale goose-bumped skin, then reaching round to unclasp my bra. I couldn’t quite get to the clasp.
“Do you mind?” I said, shyly, and Jill laughed and undid it for me.
“Wow, you guys will never learn, will you!” she joked as she unhooked it.
I took the soft cups of the bra away from my breasts, which felt strangely tender and private. It was odd; I’d never felt any kind of embarrassment about taking my shirt off as a guy but now, in my new female state, I felt a certain modesty. I knew I was only being silly though, and so I let my hands drop to my sides, uncovering my small pert breasts. In the mirror, I watched Jill’s eyes quickly dart to them. I knew that my breasts were rather smaller than hers, and I wondered how else they compared …
“You’ve got nice tits, Doc,” Jill said brightly, unable to take her eyes away from them. “Are they … do they feel … real?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, honestly. “But feel free to touch them and let me know if you like?”
I felt another quick pang of excitement as I said it, but I also knew that this was a practical matter; that it would be absolutely perfect for my research and general knowledge to know if my breasts really did compare to those of a regular woman. And what better person to inspect them than Jill?
So I turned to face her in the little changing room, now just dressed in my tight-fitting black yoga pants and thong beneath, nervously offering up my small naked breasts to Jill for inspection.
Jill put down the lingerie set on the little stool by the mirror, freeing up both her hands. Then she took a step towards me, so that she was only inches from me. Both our eyes were now focussed on my breasts, which heaved a little in anticipation. I watched her slender, tanned hand lift up, her fingers reaching first for my right breast. I had to stop myself from sighing with pleasure when she finally touched it, her palm cupping it completely. It felt so sensitive, and the feeling of having it cupped like that was absolutely delicious, I have to admit. I closed my eyes, shivering slightly, really enjoying the sensation. Then I felt her pull her hand away again, and I opened my eyes once more.
Now she touched her thumb and forefingers gently to my nipple, which was already hardening, stiffening and puckering into a dark little bud. She flicked and thumbed at it, making it pucker and harden even further, slowly rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
“How does that feel?” she asked softly, her words so quiet they were just a soft breathy whisper.
It sounded as if she was enjoying this almost as much as me.
“It feels good,” I sighed, my eyes closing once more, as I gave myself up to the sensations.
Then she stopped.
“Don’t …” I whispered, but then I opened my eyes and saw what she was doing instead.
Her hand was moving downwards now, her fingers lightly tracing over my perfectly flat tummy and down, down, towards the waistband of my pants.
I parted my legs a little in anticipation, as I felt her fingers slowly slide beneath the snug, stretchy fabric of the yoga pants, then further down, beneath my thong, over my cropped pubic hair, then finally grazing against my clit, causing me to moan gently.
“That feel good?” Jill said, breathily, her mouth only inches from mine, her fingers toying now with my swelling, tingling clit.
“Uh huh,” I nodded, leaning forward, wanting to kiss her, my lips lightly touching hers before she pulled her mouth back, away from mine.
Then I felt her fingers slide further down, slipping into my pussy hole, which was so hot and gooey and wet. I shuddered as her fingers slipped up inside me, stretching me wide. Fuck; I was still so incredibly tight. I knew I needed to do something about this: I wondered if I would find a way of getting my pussy looser, perhaps with more practice?
Jill drew her fingers back out of my pants, holding them up between us. Her index and middle finger were both shiny with my juices, glittering in the low electric lighting of the cubicle.
She brought them to her mouth and licked them hungrily.
“Mmm,” she sighed, her mouth drawing itself into a naughty smile.
“How do I taste?” I whispered, my breath shivering past my lips. I felt so fucking horny. I wanted to kiss her, to tear her clothes off right there, to suck and lap and lick at her pussy, to have her explore my body with her hands and fingers and mouth …
“Why don’t you find out yourself,” she whispered back, offering her wet, gooey fingers up to my mouth.
I sucked my own juices off them eagerly, registering the slightly sweet taste of my own pussy with another fierce shiver of horniness.
Again I leant forward to kiss Jill, my hand moving between her legs, feeling the warmth of her pussy beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress and panties.
“Don’t …” she murmured. “I can’t … Stephen … I can’t cheat on him … No matter how much I want to ...”
“I want you so fucking bad,” I sighed.
“You too,” she smiled back sadly. “But I promised myself I’d never cheat on Stephen. I just can’t do it. He’s been too good to me.”
“I understand,” I said, sadly, feeling another pang of guilt at my own memory of his bulging cock beneath his pants, just a few hours ago …
“I’ll see you outside,” Jill said, averting her eyes, obviously wrestling with her own guilty desires.
And then, with a new innocent friendly smile, she turned back, catching my eye. “Next stop, make up counter!” she said, lightly, giving me a wink. “I can’t wait to see how pretty you’re gonna look when I’m done with you …”
I smiled back.
It all still felt so strange; it was only just beginning to sink in that these changes were really happening, and that from now on, for the rest of my life, I would be living as a woman …
* * *
“So what do you think, honey?” Jill proclaimed, as we returned to the apartment from our shopping trip, laden with all sorts of colorful department store bags.
Stephen looked up at me from his seat on the couch, unable to contain the obvi
ous shock on his face.
I knew what he must be thinking: I was still having trouble believing it myself. I was hot. The girl at the make-up counter had done an absolutely amazing job: showing me just what foundation and mascara and eye shadow and lipsticks suited my pale complexion, and suggesting a couple of different ways I could wear my hair while it was growing out. She’d even matched up a cute hot pink nail polish to my lipstick, and thrown it in for free because I was buying so much other stuff. I’d stuck all my purchases on my almost-maxed out credit card; I just hoped that I could secure a meeting with the lab really soon to display the results of my findings. Otherwise, I didn’t know what I was going to do for money …
“Whoah, Doc! You look … amazing.”
I couldn’t help myself. As Stephen spoke, I felt my mouth pulling itself into a grin. My whole experience of life was so different now; even just on our walk back to the apartment, I’d felt the hungry eyes of all sorts of men on my body, and Jill and I had laughed and shrugged off the many cat-calls and whoops and whistles we’d attracted as we walked through the city. I realized now just how easy it might be to find casual sex if I went out looking for it …
“Doesn’t he …” Jill agreed. “Or should we say she now?”
“I guess so,” I murmured.
“Have you thought of a female name yet?” Jill asked me.
I shook my head, taken aback by the question. But she had a point. I needed to be called something different from now on ...
“What about Cindy?” she suggested.
“No,” I said. “It sounds too trashy …”
“Carol?” she offered.
“Too sensible.”
“What about Lucy?”
And the very second she said it, some deep-down part of me just knew it was right.
I smiled and nodded, and Stephen smiled back at me from his seat on the couch, causing a silly girly tingle of excitement in me. Jill was so freaking lucky to have a hunk like him, I thought to myself enviously.
“That’s it!” I said, fluttering my eyelashes a little, hoping I was turning him on. “Call me Lucy from now on ...”
* * *
I knew I couldn’t stay at Stephen and Jill’s much longer, but at the same time, I had nowhere else to turn. So until I had another plan sorted out, I just tried to keep out of their way as much as possible, taking long walks whenever they were home and then using their apartment while they were out at work — Stephen at the lab and Jill at her part-time job at a nearby coffee shop. I’d asked Stephen if he could ask around at the lab, to try and gauge when might be the right time for me to present my findings to the board of directors, but I was still waiting to hear back on that. In the meantime, I spent my days slowly adjusting to my new life as a woman.
In the bathroom, beneath the soapy warmth of the shower, I would often play with my new pussy, unable to resist the pleasures it offered, toying my clit and finger-fucking myself, but I was still so incredibly tight, so tight in fact that I just couldn’t imagine fitting a real cock inside me. I knew I needed to do something about this, but what?
Once I’d brought myself off, stilling those almost continuous horny thoughts for a few minutes, I made sure to shave my legs and underneath my arms, and then I set about practicing applying all my new make up, using the various ingenious techniques the woman at the department beauty counter had kindly shown me. I was getting pretty good at it, and even found myself enjoying it a little ... When I got it right!
But what I enjoyed most of all — even more than exploring my new body with my fingers — was waking up each morning and picking out a sexy, slinky new outfit from the selection that Jill had helped choose for me.
Pulling on my skimpy little thong panties and my tight-fitting yoga pants, or perhaps a figure-hugging mini-skirt, then finishing the outfit off with a vest top or a flimsy little blouse: all designed to show off my hot new figure, I would feel a genuine rush of excitement, and a strong, almost overpowering urge to go out and flaunt my fabulous new figure …
I’d still not gotten over all the male (and occasional female) attention I was now receiving, and I have to say that I was enjoying myself immensely.
One weekday morning, once Stephen and Jill had both left for work, I pulled on a sexy little purple g-string and matching bra, then a tiny little black mini-skirt and a white vest top. It was a baking hot day outside, the very height of summer, so I knew I didn’t need to wear much. The only thing I’d still not quite got used to were heels — I tottered and stumbled in them at the absolute best of times — so today instead I completed my outfit with a simple pair of black hi-top sneakers.
I looked myself over: sure enough, I was looking pretty cute.
My blonde hair was getting pretty long now, falling just above my shoulders, and it was incredibly shiny and glossy; way more easy to manage than my previous unruly, wiry mop.
I turned a little, admiring the smooth, sumptuous curves of my butt, the taught fabric of the mini-skirt leaving little to the imagination.
Then, once I was absolutely happy with my look, I stepped out of the apartment, locking the door behind me with the spare key that Stephen and Jill had kindly entrusted me with, walking excitedly in the direction of downtown.
I had a kinky little plan, you see.
I knew exactly where I was going …
* * *
The adult store was set up in an especially dingy, seedy part of town. I knew that I was attracting the wrong kind of attention here; if I didn’t keep walking at a steady pace, I might even be mistaken for a ‘working girl’. So I quickly and purposefully strode in the direction of the address I’d sought out on Stephen’s laptop, earlier that morning: for the city’s largest and best-stocked adult superstore.
According to the website, it sold a wide range of ‘toys’ as well as DVDs, and it was these I was after.
I finally found the store, situated halfway down a particularly grubby block, it’s neon XXX sign blinking uselessly in the harsh daytime sunlight. As I approached the simple black door, with ‘Visit our Adult Video Booths!’ written in red paint above it, I saw a sleazy looking guy in a long coat exiting the store, looking shiftily over his shoulder before scuttling away guiltily down the street.
I realized that I probably wasn’t the usual kind of customer for a place like this, and I felt my stomach twist and clench with a fresh pang of nerves.
Was I really about to step inside somewhere so seedy?
But I knew that I needed to.
Since my transformation, I’d been feeling so horny, almost continuously, and I knew I needed to take matters into my own hands, if you’ll excuse the expression. Simply finger-fucking myself and playing with my clit wasn’t enough to fully satisfy me anymore. And I knew that my remaining options were either a real human partner (something I didn’t quite feel ready for just yet), or a dildo or two, to practice with …
After a quick check up and down the grubby street, I took a deep breath then quickly stepped inside.
My eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light inside. All the windows were boarded up, so the shop was lit only by low wattage strip lights. There were a few customers — all men — and they turned to look at me, their eyes a burning mixture of curiosity and hunger.
I was a girl now, I reminded myself. A cute sexy girl, dressed in a tight fitting mini-skirt and vest top, my hair long and blonde and shiny. Of course they were all looking at me. I was probably not the usual type of customer for a place such as this ...
And I have to say that, despite my pounding heart and churning stomach, I kind of enjoyed the idea of all these horny, dirty guys looking at me like a piece of meat, wondering if they’d somehow be able to fuck me.
I looked around the room. There were well-stocked aisles of DVDs, and, in the back corner, a red curtain with the words VIDEO ARCADE written above.
I felt so horny, a part of me wondered whether to go back there, maybe watch a porno or two and bring myself off that way.
It’d been quite a while since I’d seen any adult movies, and just the idea of locking myself in one of those dirty video booths and toying with my pussy as I watched hard cocks slamming into tight wet pussies certainly got my own clit throbbing hard beneath my panties.
As I took a few steps towards the wall of toys near the cash register, I realized with a slight shiver that my pussy was absolutely dripping wet. I knew I was turned on, but this was ridiculous. I could positively feel my pussy lips all slick and sliding against each other as I walked, and I could feel my thong, so taught and tight, rubbing softly against my asshole, and I could even feel a little of my pussy juices trickling down the insides of my thighs.
I looked over hungrily towards the toys: there was everything from butt plugs and anal beads, to collars and whips, to handcuffs and nipple clamps, to vibrators in a variety of colors and sizes and textures.
But my eye was immediately drawn to a huge black realistic dildo: it looked just like a real cock, right down to the swollen mushroom head, thick ridged veins and, at its base, two big swollen balls.
I just knew I was gonna have to have a piece of that, but I also wondered about whether or not something so big would fit in my brand new pussy. I had to be realistic here. So as well as the big nine-inch black dildo, I also picked out a much more modest six-inch jelly dildo in a cute bright pink color (it matched my nail polish!). Finally I picked up a bottle of lube too, just for good measure, and then carried my prospective purchases over to the counter.
The cashier looked at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He was a spotty kid, maybe in his early twenties, with lank greasy hair and wiry patchy stubble on his chin and neck. As he began to ring my purchases through the till, I noticed that his hands were shaking, and when he asked me if I would like a bag, his voice came out in a dry little croak.
