You've seen all sorts of pictures. You've spent countless hours busily downloading them. You stare for hours at them in various men's magazines. You know exactly what you like: shapely girls in bikini-style panties, shiny like metal, or like glistening skin; round, pendulous boobs, restrained in sheer black lace; long, lustrous legs lovingly covered in fishnet stockings, starting at mid-thigh and ending at open-toed heels; waves of long, tousled hair tumbling upon slender, bare shoulders; I could go on. Just imagine if you could ever touch something so exquisitely feminine. What would you do? Where would you start?
I'll tell you what would happen if you found yourself with one of these fantasy girls from your precious pictures. Just think: she's posing, just for you, in the same outfit as in the photo. You forget, but she's used to better men pawing all over her. You'd try to put your hand on her waist first. Maybe touch her thigh. You're overwhelmed by her inhuman femininity. She lets you get so far, but then gently pushes your hand away with a girlish giggle. And you try again. You're reaching for her panties. She slaps your hand away. "My clothes stay on… for now," she says.
She can tell how desperate you are for a piece of her. That's why she's not giving you anything. Just letting you look, and maybe allowing you a little feel here and there to keep your hopes up. You'd do anything right now if she allowed you to simply caress her waist, her knee, her shoulder, or anything at all, with your hand. But she won't let you.
Some men might resort to violence in such a situation. Rush over and grab her. What can she do? Pick her up, throw her onto the bed, and rip off all her clothes. But you would never dream of doing such a thing to one so perfectly, divinely feminine. You are worshipping at the altar of femininity. You dare not defile it. You dare not contravene her will.
She struts around the room. You are hers. You want to be hers. You relish every moment that she tortures you. You drink up her every gorgeous curve, and clamour for more. And she's hardly let you touch her yet! Better still, she hasn't taken anything off! The anticipation is killing you. You need to touch her just like you need your next furtive breath.
Now she approaches you. She lets you caress her hips. She kisses you. You can smell not just her perfume, but the scent of her naked skin. The faint odour nearly knocks you unconscious. You mould your body against hers and keep your eyes open as your tongue meets hers. She closes her eyes. You fondle the waistband of her panties, but she takes her arms from around your neck and moves your hand away, grinning. "Not yet."
She places your hands back on her hips, and turns around. She lets you admire her waist, her hips, and her butt before she slowly leans back against you, rubbing her beautiful, round buttock against your dick. She gyrates her hips back and forth, and sends you into a fit of ecstasy. One hand fondles her hip, her butt, her thigh, and back up as she moves; the other her other hip, her waist, her breast and back down.
She is amazing. You reach for her panty waist and start pulling down, but she stops you. She turns around and playfully shakes a finger at you. "You're bad!" she admonishes. But now she continues her little dance while facing you. She moves forward against you for a brief moment, and your member touches her sanctum sanctotum against both your clothes. But she slowly dances away.
"You need to get naked," she says. You immediately obey. You stand naked in front of the avatar of the Goddess, who still wears her scanty little outfit. She looks at your throbbing erection and says, "I know what you want. You want this." She gestures at her body, knowing it to be worth more to you than everything on Earth. "But I need to know," she says, "just how far you'll go to have it."
"I'll do anything," you answer, meaning it.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything!"
You know you've just sold your soul to the devil. But you don't care. It's worth it.
She sashays back to you with a demonic grin. "Well, then," she says, huskily, "Let's begin."
She grabs your cock and whispers into your ear, "I know what your deepest fantasy is, even if you don't." She sits you down on the bed and straddles you. You can feel the roughness of her fishnet stockings on your sides – then, the excruciating softness of her panty-clad pussy against your dick. You grab her by the ass and hump away greedily. She pushes you down and gyrates obligingly.
"Do you love me?" she asks.
"Of course I do!" you reply, humping her madly as she sits on top of you.
"Do you worship me?"
"Yes!"
"You'll do anything I ask?"
"Yes!"
"Then STOP! NOW!" she screams. And you stop – not because she said so but because of the shrillness of her ear-piercing command.
She gets up from on top of you. "Good. Very good," she says. "I'm almost convinced."
She sits you back up, and drags you to the middle of the bed. She lies on her back, and drags you back on top of her. She kicks off her shoes. She grabs you by the ass and makes you come all over her belly. And she's not even naked!
"That was a bit premature, wasn't it? But you're ready for more, aren't you?"
And you are. You desperately want to fuck her now.
"Here, lick this off. I don't want this mess all over me."
And you do. You don't even hesitate. You're lapping up your own semen from her belly and the front of her panties, because you just want to taste her skin. Her belly is so infused with girlishness that you'd eat anything off of it just to put your lips to it.
Before you know it, she's had you remove her panties, and you're licking her glorious pussy. Her perfect, slender, fishnet-clad legs are on your shoulders. After she comes, she doesn't let you stop. She takes off her bra, then pulls you up to her by the hair. She lets you fumble around a bit before she guides your stiff cock into her dripping wet cunt.
My God! Do you ever love it! She's bucking like a bronco, and you're struggling to keep up. You grab her nipples, her ass, her clit, her hair, her thigh, her waist, her shoulder, and all you can think is: girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl girl girl girl GIRL! You want to come a million times. You never want to take her hands off of her. You want to explore her forever. You want to flip her around so you can admire her from every angle. She lets you.
"I know what you're thinking," she says as you fuck her pretty brains out. You've come at least fifteen times by now, and you're only getting hornier. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"
"No!" you pant, "I can't!"
"You want to touch me forever, don't you? You don't ever want to let go of my girlie bits, do you?"
"Yes! No I don't!"
"Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm done for tonight."
"Please! I need more!" You continue to fuck her frantically, clutching her tighter so she can't move away. But she's not trying; she's still meeting your every stroke with her own enthusiastic rhythm.
"I know. I have a solution for you."
"What's that?"
"What better way to eternally explore the female body than by becoming a girl?"
"What do you mean?!?" you cry, as your heart begins to pound with dread and excitement, your pelvis desperately keeping time.
"Think about it: if you were a girl…"
You're fucking her really hard now, but her voice is mesmerizing.
"You'd get to look at girl thighs…"
You moan as you look at her thighs, still clad in those ultra-sexy stockings.
"…Girl boobs…"
You realize that she's been fondling your nipple ever since you moved her hand there five minutes ago.
"…Girl waist…"
You prop yourself up on your hands, pounding harder still, and picture the slenderness of her waist on your own body, and just below that…
"…Girl ass…"
The picture is vivid in your mind. Oh…
"…Girl pussy…"
My…
"…Girl everything…"
GODDESS!
"…all the time!"
Your body convulses violently. You feel like you're having a heart attack. The pain in your crotch is excruciating.
"You'd get to touch girl non-stop for the rest of your life!"
Your skin tingles all over your body. You expect to withdraw from her and gape in horror at your own moist, tender pussy where your mighty penis once stood. This orgasm intensifies tenfold and reverberates throughout your entire body with this epiphany.
"And just think…"
You are shaking yourself loose from her, even as your climax continues, as you picture your now curvaceous body trembling as femininely as hers.
"You'll even get to use your pussy!"
"No!" you scream, at the top of your lungs, shrilly, like a woman, as you realize that you crave a huge, erect penis inside your cunt, even more desperately than you wanted your own penis inside hers.
"That's right! You get to fuck like a girl, too!"
What you thought was your climax a moment ago pales in comparison to the unbearable pleasure emanating from your crotch, and drowning your entire body. In your mind, you are her. You picture yourself as her from the very beginning, teasing, sashaying, dancing, and especially fucking. You long to taste another man's semen in your mouth. You deeply regret not having savoured your own when you ate it off of her belly.
"You'll even get to wear garter belts, stockings, lace, bikinis…"
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| Ali Landry |
Then, an hour later, you come down at last, when you suddenly realize that you are covered in semen, and that your hand is fondling your softening penis.
You have not become a girl, as you had hoped.
"So what do you say? Sound like a good idea?"
She's been sitting in a chair across the room, waiting for you to come back to Earth. You can't remember if this was some weird dream, or if she really did fuck you, and convince you to betray your own gender forever and become female. She is naked, and still terrifyingly beautiful. "What do you mean?" you sputter, shaking the cobwebs from your wet dream.
"You know exactly what I mean. Get dressed."
You are confused. Your first instinct is to reach for your pants, but the idea fills you with some inexplicable dread. You drop your pants back on the floor, perplexed.
"Is something wrong," she asks, pointedly.
"I… I have no clothes," you answer uncertainly.
"What about those pants, silly?" She plays coy. You glance at her, and take in that gorgeous smile of hers, and how sexy her butt is, and how you long for it once more.
"I can't wear those," you answer confidently. "Can I borrow something of yours?"
"Like what?" she replies, taken aback.
"Well, can we start with some underwear?" you retort. You don't feel like playing games anymore.
"I don't have any men's underwear, silly. You can't wear mine."
You start to wonder if you're losing your mind. You figure that she must be testing you.
"Can I please?"
"What?"
"Please, can I wear your underwear?"
"You can't wear women's underwear. You're a man. Put on your pants."
"I don't want to be a man. I want to be a girl." You blush as you say it. "I want to be a girl, and I want to wear girlie clothes."
"Are you fucking serious? After the night we had last night? This isn't funny."
"I am serious. Don't mess with my head. You convinced me last night that the best way for me to love you is to become you. Don't pretend it didn't happen."
"Come on, now," she says. "You're starting to scare me."
You start to feel horribly embarrassed. Is this some kind of sick joke?
"OK, I know you're kidding," she says. "But sure, have it your way. You can put on the outfit I had on last night. Come on, put it on!"
You pick the panties up off the floor, and slowly, gracefully, slip them on. You already feel sleek and curvy. You can picture your pussy again. You've never worn panties before – only in your imagination. Now you feel the luxurious satin tightly against your hips and especially your crotch. You like it, an awful lot.
Encouraged, you find the bra on the other side of the bed. She follows your every movement like a hawk. You wrap it around your waist, its back on your belly, and tie it; then you turn it the right way as you put your arms through the straps and bring it up to your pathetically small boobs. You love the way it feels tight around your chest, and how unforgettably feminine it feels to bare your waist between matching satin undergarments.
"You're really going to do this, aren't you?"
You take your time rolling on the stockings. You lament the fact that you have so much unsightly body hair to get rid of. You almost want to stop and shave your legs now, but you just can't resist the feeling of enveloping your legs in girlishness.
She tosses you the dress as she sees you strapping on the shoes. They are far too small, but you can't bear to wear anything else. You thank her and slip into the little sausage casing she wore last night at the club. You feel marvelously empowered.
"So, are you ready to go out?" she asks. She put on some jeans and a t-shirt while you were busy with your precious stockings.
"Well, I'd have liked to shave my legs, but this will have to do for now. Thank you so much for the clothes! I feel wonderful!"
And you go out onto the street, dressed like a girl.
No sooner do you go out the door than she drags you back in and says, "OK, you've passed the first test. Now go shave your body, and I'll have a surprise for you when you're done.
And you go into the shower and shave off all your body hair. You're very excited about your new look. You imagine that maybe she'll bring back some more clothes for you. You get out and put on her clothes again. She arrives just in time with a man.
"Here's your second test. If you really want to be a girl, you'll enjoy this."
And you do. You enjoy it even more than you ever enjoyed fucking any girl. He really makes you feel like a girl. At first, you're coy about sucking his cock, but the way his hands fondle your sleek lingerie-clad body turns you on so much that you can't help but encourage him. You lament not having a pussy, but settle for him fucking your ass. It feels so feminine to have a penis inside you that you come with every third stroke. And after he comes deep inside you, you don't hesitate to revive his erection with some more fellatio. The whole time you imagine that he really is fucking your pussy.
After he's done with you, you help him fuck her. You get him hard, and guide his dick into her pussy. You live vicariously through her for a while. She lets him do things that she never let you do to her. He even fucks her in the ass, and you feel a tinge of jealousy – not of him, but of her.
Finally, you relax with a cocktail of feminizing hormones, and put on the most outrageously girlish lingerie in her closet, well on your way to becoming a she-male sissy faggot chick-with-a-dick.
