Wednesday, 26 October 2016
A change for the better?
As I woke up and stared at my body in utter disbelief the words of the mysterious dark-skinned woman, that I had spent the night before drinking with, reverberated in my mind.
“So you think being a woman is easy? You shall see.”
Panic swept through my body, my new fully female body, as I played her words over and over again in my mind. Surely her words were just that, words with no meaning, yet here I lay, my muscular tanned physique gone and replaced by the soft smooth curves of a woman no older than her mid-twenties. My toned pecs had became large firm breasts, my six-pack stomach now the soft swell of a female, even my cock was gone and in its place the neatly shaved V of a pussy.
Staring for a few seconds, as my new breasts rose and fell rapidly, I closed my eyes tightly and hoped that I was still asleep and the image before me was nothing more than some sort of horrendous nightmare but as I reopened them slowly I saw that it wasn't a dream, I really had become a woman overnight.
As my hands trembled I slowly ran my fingers over my new dark nipples and was stunned at how quickly they became erect, yet the shiver of ecstasy that covered my body with goosebumps stunned me even more. Running my fingers lightly over the soft swell of my unblemished stomach I pinched the waistband of the black lace panties I was wearing and lifted them slowly. Staring at the short golden curls I slip my hand into the panties, my fingers slipping between my thighs and along the slightly moist opening that had replaced my usually hard cock.
At first I snatched my hand away, as my new lips parted slightly, I began to panic even more. Was I destined to live the rest of my live as a woman? Had that woman really put a curse on me, changed my life forever, with those few words? I knew I had to return to the club and find her, get her to take her words back, yet the more I thought about what I needed to do the more the feeling of wanton desire coursing through my body grew.
Closing my eyes, hoping to block the thoughts out, I felt powerless as my fingers slipped back into the panties, my free hand beginning to caress, massage and occasionally pinch my erect nipples and breasts.
Hearing the small gasp escape my lips as two of my fingers slipped easily into my moist pussy I rubbed at the swollen little bud I had first brushed accidentally. Warmth tore through my very soul as my fingers stopped rubbing and started thrusting in and out of the hot, soaking depths of my body, my moans getting louder, my body thrashing wildly all over the bed and I felt the juices, my juices, start to flood over my fingers yet the more I came the harder I rubbed, the deeper I thrust my fingers as my body refused to let me stop.
Eventually though, after what felt like hours and with sweat dripping from every pore of my body, I finally collapsed back onto the bed, my breathing erratic, my heart pounding in my chest and I wondered if the mysterious woman really had cursed me or if what she had done was really a blessing in disguise.
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Laying, totally naked, on the bed I watched Tara slowly remove her mini-dress.
“Are you sure you're ready for this, babe?” she asked, as she stood there in just her matching bra and panties.
“More ready than I ever thought I would be,” I replied.
As I spoke Tara reached behind her back, undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Running her hands down, over her breasts, she paused to gently tease her nipples until they were fully erect. Once they were she traced her hand, slowly, over her flat stomach before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly she began to ease her panties down to release her thick, already hard, cock.
Finally naked she climbed on the bed, and positioned herself between my legs. Smiling down at me Tara reached forward down, took hold of both of our cocks, and began to stroke them slowly.
“I love you so much, babe,” she whispered, before releasing my shaft.
Before I could reply I felt the head of her cock push against my hole a few times before the swollen head entered me, and I finally knew Tara was exactly the woman I'd been searching for all my life.
Friday, 21 October 2016
Placing the last piece of steak in my mouth I lifted my head to tell Selina how much I'd enjoyed the meal, and almost choked.
Selina, who was also my boss, only had a salad and finished before me and as I continued to eat she had, opened her dress and was sitting there with her pert breasts and beautiful, dark, erect nipples fully exposed.
“Why don't we skip dessert, Alan,” she purred, running a finger over one of her nipples. “I'm sure what I have in store for you is going to be a lot tastier.”
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
All that matters
As we sat on the beach, staring out to the horizon, Paige rested her head against my shoulder.
“I can't believe how beautiful, and peaceful, the ocean looks,” she whispered, softly.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
Turning my head, to kiss her, I saw a solitary tear running down her cheek.
“You're going home tomorrow, that's what,” she sobbed. “And I'll never see you again.”
“It doesn't have to be that way,” I told her, pulling her close.
“Of course it does. Your plane leaves in the morning and you'll go back, to your normal life, back in England, while I'm left here all alone.”
“It doesn't, not if you come with me.”
“You know I can't. Just think what your friends, and family, would say.”
“They'd be over the moon I'd finally found someone who makes me happy.”
Lifting my finger I placed it against her lips, before she had a chance to say anything else.
“Listen to me, Paige,” I began. “You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met and, just because you're transsexual, I love you and our happiness is all that matters.”
Friday, 16 September 2016
The night's end
As I entered the house, the sun just beginning to rise, I slowly made my way up the stairs. My body ached from the night's work and all I wanted to do was sleep, only as soon as reached the top of the stairs I was greeted by Natalya, Sasha and Elena wearing, nothing but lingerie.
“Welcome home, Master,” Elena whispered stepping forward, before freezing to the spot. “Quickly, girls, Master's hurt. Help me get him to the bedroom.
“It's okay,” I replied, before glancing down at my shirt and flashing my bloodstained fangs. “It's not mine.”
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
I'd found the house at the end of an overgrown trail, and it was perfect. No-one would ever find me here. Walking around the outside of the building I found a broken window and, carefully, removed the shards of glass which were left.
Climbing inside I saw the exposed joists, and smiled. Standing on the window ledge I grabbed one of the joists and swung my legs forward, to make sure the thick piece of wood wasn't rotten. Satisfied they were strong enough I dropped to the floor, and opened my bag. Taking the thick rope from within I sat on the floor, removed the diagram from my pocket and sat down. An hour later, after a few false starts, the rope finally looked exactly like the image on the paper.
After attaching one end of the rope to the ceiling joist I went outside. After searching for a few minutes I found exactly what I needed. Re-entering the house I place the battered, wooden, chair under the rope and climbed up.
Slipping my head in to the noose I closed my eyes and kicked the chair back, the snap of my neck the last thing I heard before everything went black.
Tuesday, 30 August 2016
The morning after
Opening my eyes I stared at the ground, ten feet beneath me. Stretching, to my full six feet four, I could feel every single muscle in my body aching, from the shift to panther and back again. I hadn't got a clue why I had started shifting all I knew was it had been happening more and more frequently, so now waking totally naked and, more often than not, up a tree was less of a surprise to me than the occasional days I woke in an actual bed.
Rising to a crouch I looked down, and saw fresh blood under my nails. Fear coursed through my body as I tried to remember what had happened but, just like after every shift, my mind was a total blank. The blood didn't seem to be mine and all I knew was I had to get home, and get myself cleaned up, before anybody saw me.
It took me a couple of minutes to work out I was less than a mile from my home, so now all I had to do was get there without being seen. Taking one last look, to make sure there was no-one around, I dropped to the floor and began to run.
Friday, 12 August 2016
Dropping my keys on the small table I began to make my way up the stairs when, about halfway up, I froze. There was soft music emanating from the bathroom. Pausing I listened for a couiple of seconds, and realised it wasn't only music. I could also hear whispering and giggling, she wasn't alone.
Making my way up the rest of the stairs in two steps I flung open the bathroom door, and stared in disbelief.
“Hello, baby,” Alice said, as she turned to face me. “This is Lucy, and she answered our advert for a new playmate.”
Tuesday, 26 July 2016
Regrets I've had a few.
Fuck, Frank, that's one hell of an understatement. I've had a lot more than a few
Taking another mouthful of the burning liquid from the bottle I shivered, as it set fire to my throat on the way down.
Sitting there with the only friend I had in the world, a bottle of Jack Daniels, I wondered why the fuck I was still here. Then realized it was probably because if I tried to end it I'd fuck that up just like I'd fucked up everything else I'd ever tried.
Another mouthful and the haunting words of Frank Sinatra filled my mind again.
Too few to mention.
Yeah right Frank I'd had that fucking many I had lost fucking count. The self-harming, the failed marriages, in fact my failure at fucking everything and anything. Still none of it mattered any more, not now, now I could, and would, do anything I wanted.
The trouble was though all I wanted to do was empty this bottle and then start another, if I was still capable.
Friday, 22 July 2016
Hide and seek
As I stared across the swimming pool, at the huge mansion, I couldn't believe what I was looking at. When she'd told me, in a text, that if I wanted her I'd have to find her I'd had visions of searching through something a lot smaller.
I continued to stare at the house, hoping a flickering shadow would give me an idea as to which room she was in because, as easy as it would've been for me to find her, the sooner I did the better.
I just hoped she felt the same, when my fangs sank in to the soft skin of her neck.