I
As I entered the familiar doorway of Expectations, I noticed immediately that the reception and waiting area had been remodeled. But there was a familiar face behind the desk. I smiled but Julie only smiled blankly at me.
"May I help you?"
"I guess you don't remember me, Julie, I was here about 18 months ago. Of course, that was about 80 pounds ago. I'm Melissa Huntington. I have an appointment with Miss Wentworth."
"Melissa? I had no idea! You look fabulous, girl! My compliments to your surgeon!"
"Did you have any idea, Julie, that your efforts to transform me would be so ... transformative?"
"Well, Melissa, I'd heard about your initiation into the Sisterhood, and I'd wondered how you would deal with the feelings that must have been awakened. Now I know how you dealt with them. Good for you."
She leaned toward me and lowered her voice a bit. She made a chopping motion with her right hand.
"Did you ...?"
"Oh yes. In fact, its why I'm here."
"Well, Miss Wentworth will be with you shortly. Tell you what, I won't tell her who her 2:00 is, so you can surprise her, too."
I smiled at Julie and turned toward the waiting room. There were five men already waiting, and all eyes followed me as I found a seat. I was sure they'd enjoyed the view of my dark thong showing through my white skirt while I was standing at the reception desk. I crossed my legs, letting the man closest to me catch a glimpse of my gartered stockings. I smiled at him and turned my attention towards one of the ladies magazines.
Soon, I was following Julie back to Miss Wentworth's office.
After I was seated, Rebecca entered and spoke.
"I am Rebecca Wentworth. Welcome to Expectations, Miss ..."
"Miss Huntington, Rebecca. Melissa Huntington."
"Melissa? Melissa Huntington? It's so good to see you again, Melissa. You look wonderful."
"Thank you Rebecca. I feel quite wonderful as well."
"I can guess how you came to be like this, Melissa, but please tell me about your life since we last saw each other."
"Well, Rebecca, that day, I left Expectations feeling a strange mix of exultation and fear, along with the worst case of blue balls any man has ever experienced."
She laughed at this as I continued.
"I'm sure you recall that I said I was seeking a temporary transformation. Well, when I left that day, I felt exulted that I had finally experienced what I'd thought about for so long. But I feared that I had opened Pandora's box and worried that I'd never be the same.
The next month was an extremely difficult time for me. I dreaded getting dressed in the morning, as I didn't wish to wear men's clothes very much. I lost all urge to do any girl watching-the focus of my attention became male dominated. And yet, while I knew the path I was going towards, I was terribly afraid.
How could I pursue this change? How could I not? I tried to convince myself that I was straight by calling old girlfriends. At first, my physical response was normal, though I sometimes had to picture myself servicing a studin order to attain an erection. But then, even that stopped working and I became impotent with women.
The final straw came when a Victoria's Secret catalog came to my house. I'd ordered from it before for a girlfriend and I'd always leafed through it, enjoying the sight of beautiful models in sexy lingerie. Only this time, it felt completely different. When I turned the page to a tall statuesque beauty wearing a black lace bra, garter and stockings, I looked at it for a long time. When the tears came, I knew I had to take the step I was dreading.
The psychologist I found was very good, and it was not difficult to convince him that my feelings were real. And so, I began the transformation you see now. I began hormone therapy, and hired an image consultant to help me adopt feminine ways of moving, sitting. I started working with a vocal coach to help me adopt a higher and softer voice.
That was where my training as a voice talent really helped. In fact, one of my biggest fears was my ability to continue to work as a voice talent. The first thing I did was to announce to my existing clients that I would only work out of my home studio in the future. I did not wish to deal with all of the explaining I'd have to do if I showed up at a gig wearing makeup and women's clothes. And in fact, my clients didn't care; they just wanted to use my voice on their projects. So I performed from home, using ISDN phone hook-ups, they got the voice talent they wanted, and they had no idea that while I read their copy, I was wearing a pretty dress or sexy lingerie.
As I developed my feminized voice, I began to promote myself as a female voice talent, and much to my surprise and delight, I found that there's quite a demand for husky, sexy voiced women. Eventually, when my bookings as Melissa increased, I was able to "retire" Mel Huntington, and now I am well established as Melissa Huntington, voice talent.
The last transformation came purely through willpower. While I knew that some men prefer their women plump, I also knew that most men do not. I certainly had not. So I adopted an extreme aerobic conditioning program, ended all strength training exercises, and stopped eating animal protein or sweets and hardly any fats.
That was surprisingly easy, I found. The only meat I now craved was cock. The only sweets I wanted was man juice. And I used that fact to insure strict adherence to my diet and my weight loss goals. You know how dieters are sometimes encouraged to "reward" themselves when they reach a particular goal? Well that was what I did. If I met that week's goal, I treated myself by going out to drain a few cocks. If I didn't reach the goal, no cock sucking for this lady. Let me tell you, that kind of positive reinforcement did wonders! Eventually, I didn't see ice cream or cookies at the store. I saw those shelves filled with cocks. And I reminded myself that every package I left on the shelf was a package of another sort I would get to devour, if I had the willpower.
And so, I lost 80 pounds of both fat and muscle, the hormones had their effect, and soon I started to see the gazes and glances from men that I used to give to women myself."
"Well, Melissa, I must say you look terrific. But what is it that Expectations can do for you?"
"Well, Rebecca, I have been made into a woman. But I have not BECOME one yet. On Friday morning at 11:00, I will meet with my doctor. I anticipate that I will be medically cleared for all physical activity. Of course, I could go pick up a man and ball him, but since Expectations started me on this path in such a memorable way, I thought, who better to help me lose my virginity in an equally memorable way? And so, barring any medical complications, as soon as possible on Friday afternoon, I would like for Expectations to help me become a woman."
"We'd be honored, Melissa. Please come to this address, about 1 pm Friday afternoon."
She handed me a sheet of paper. I knew the address; it was a casual neighborhood bar, with barrels of peanuts by each table, a few pool tables, and a stage for the country music they typically brought in. I pictured a handsome, well-built cowboy stud pounding me from behind and another one feeding me his cock, and I told Rebecca I couldn't wait.
II
As I walked toward the bar's entrance, I saw the fliers announcing a private party. I figured that was for the best, no need for prudish customers calling the cops-unless of course the cops decided to join in, instead of arresting me for indecent public behavior.
I walked in, and once again Julie greeted me.
"Its our guest of honor! Welcome Melissa, to your unveiling. You look great."
I'd tried on many outfits before finally settling on a short navy skirt and pale blue tank top, no bra. I figured that since it was a casual neighborhood bar, I wouldn't look out of place.
"Thank you so much, Julie. I'm feeling a bit nervous though."
There were several dozen bags behind her. There were pink bags and blue bags, and right in front was a pink one with my name on it.
"Here's your door prize. Miss Wentworth asks that you put these on."
I looked inside and saw that there was a pair of French-cut panties inside. I entered the ladies room and went to the last stall. I took the panties out of the bag and examined them. It wasn't a thong, as I'd come to prefer, but they were still sexy. The liner seemed strangely stiff though as I slid them on.
It was then I noticed that there was a glory hole cut out of the wall. The thought of a yummy cock to drain was very tempting, but none appeared when I stuck my fingers through the hole. I sighed and went back outside to the bar.
There were about ten or fifteen people in the bar, men and women. I sat down at the bar and the bartender flashed a gorgeous smile at me. He wore a tight white t-shirt, showing off his heavily muscled upper body. I smiled back at him as he asked what I'd like.
"Well, I don't think what I want is on the menu, so I'll just have a Diet Coke."
He kept smiling as he turned away and I stared long and hard at his tight ass until he returned.
"Here you are, Miss Huntington."
"Thank ... oh, my!"
"Is something wrong, Miss?"
My panties had started to gently vibrate. I felt myself blush as I tried to compose myself.
"No, everything's fine, thanks. I was just startled by something."
I'd heard of these things many years ago. They were a way for couples to have sex play in public. The man had total remote control over the stimulation of his lover. She could be kept in an exquisite state of arousal, but she had no way of finding relief, and in public, social mores made her desperate to hide her condition.
I began to look around the bar to try to spot the man who had been given remote control over my slit. There was one booth occupied, and to my surprise, I recognized the man immediately. It was Tom, leader of the group of young men whose cocks I had so hungrily devoured a year and a half before. He was twisting something on the face of what looked like a cell phone, and I knew instantly.
I walked somewhat unsteadily towards him.
"Rebecca has an interesting way to play matchmaker, don't you think?"
"Does this bother you?"
He turned up the control and my eyes started to go hazy.
"Wow. This is cool. I've never seen one of these before. Won't you join me? I'm Tom."
He stood up and offered his hand. Before, I had been focused on his beautiful cock, but I could see now that Tom was a very attractive man, six feet four inches tall, powerfully built with beautiful green eyes.
"Melissa."
Tom continued to fiddle with the control as we began to make small talk.
"Tom, is there any way I could convince you to let me have that remote control?"
"But it's my door prize and I'm having so much fun with it, Melissa. I turn the dial up and watch your eyes start to cloud over. Then I turn it back down and watch your attention return. And anyway, I think that in fact you're really quite enjoying this."
He was right and wrong. The vibrations across my slit were incredible, but Tom wasn't just randomly turning the dial. He studied my face carefully, and he seemed to know exactly how to cycle the stimulation level, never keeping the vibrations high enough to send me over the edge. He'd cycle up and down, on and off, and always turn it off if my breath shortened too much. I was desperate to cum, but I couldn't. And yet, the vibrations were so good, they were addictive. I was sinking into a horny haze, in which I couldn't concentrate on anything but my ongoing but ever-changing state of arousal.
The handsome bartender delivered another round of drinks, and I stared at him.
"How about a game of truth or dare, Melissa."
"OK."
"Melissa, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What were you thinking when the bartender walked over here?"
"It's about time he came to refill our glasses."
Tom shut off the vibrator.
"I don't think that's the truth, Melissa. I'll give you one more chance. What were you thinking when the bartender walked over here?"
"I was wondering how big his cock is."
"Very good Melissa."
Tom turned the vibrator back on, a tiny cry escaped my throat, and I knew that he had total control over me.
"Truth or dare, Tom."
"Truth."
"Will you ever let me cum tonite?"
"Yes, Melissa, I will. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to find out how big the bartender's cock is."
"All right, Tom, but you'll have to keep the vibrator off so I can concentrate."
I walked over to the bar, and the bartender came over to see if he could be of service. My hand grazed his arm as I asked him when he was getting off.
"Soon, Melissa, very soon. But I have to use the restroom, if you'll excuse me."
He walked toward the men's room, glanced back at me and winked, and I decided to take a chance.
I went to the stall and stuck my fingers into the glory hole. A moment later, a long, thick, perfect cock came through the wall. In an instant I was on my knees, lifting the cock toward my mouth. I was in heaven as I slid my lips all the way down the shaft, getting it nice and wet. I stimulated the head as only a Sister can, then started to hammer head the length, forcefully swallowing each luscious inch, harder and harder, until I could feel the shaft tense and twitch and fill my mouth with its nectar. I held it inside my mouth until it softened, and I released the glorious cock and swallowed my reward.
After fixing my makeup I walked out, smiled at the bartender and returned to the booth, where Tom had a Cheshire grin.
"Well, Melissa, what did you find out?"
"8 inches long, cut, and heavenly tasting."
"Very good, Melissa. Do you have a truth or dare for me?"
Tom turned on the vibrator again, and I didn't care about anything but the wonderful feeling down below.
"OK, then, truth or dare, Melissa?"
"As much as I enjoyed that dare, Tom, I'll say truth."
"Are you really a woman?"
"I'm more woman than any woman you know. I'm a woman by choice, not chance."
"Truth or dare, Tom?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to a game of pool."
"And what are the stakes?"
"If I win, I get control of the remote. If you win, you get control of me."
He agreed, and I told him I needed to use the bathroom for real this time. He went to secure one of the pool tables as I headed back to the ladies room. I did need to pee, but I also knew that I couldn't stand the vibrations without end any longer. I removed the panties before returning for our game of pool.
We began to play, and the game was very competitive. Tom was even a gentleman, and he put the remote control on the table, saying he thought I should be able to think clearly, and he shouldn't be able to affect the competition by turning the vibrator up on a crucial shot.
Finally, all that remained was the 8-ball. It was my shot, and to make it, I had to bend far over the table. Tom had taken a seat, and without even thinking of it, I flashed my pussy at him.
He was up in an instant, his hand moving up my inner thigh and brushing my labia.
I was bent over the table, helpless, Tom's hand inside my skirt, his crotch tight against my ass. His strong hands moved toward my waist and he turned me around to face him.
"Well, well, well, Melissa. You don't play fair, do you? I guess that means that I will now take control over you."
He lifted me onto the pool table and roughly spread my legs.
"Let's have a look at your surgeon's work, Melissa."
He squatted down and peered between my legs.
"Very nice, Melissa. Does it lube up like it should?"
"I get wet, but not as wet as genetic women. A little bit of lubricant helps. But I think I'm plenty wet enough after that vibrator."
He stood up, and pawed at my tank top.
"What about these, Melissa? I don't much care for fake boobs."
"I had implants which went under the muscle wall, Tom. They have a layer of flesh above them and they feel much more lifelike and real."
His hands moved up underneath my shirt and cupped my breasts.
"Yes they do, Melissa. Yes they do."
He stepped back and lifted me off of the pool table. He moved my hand toward his crotch.
"Remember this, Melissa? I'm sure you do, because I certainly remember you. 'Transformation into cocksucker.' I guess the transformation was a bit more serious this time."
I didn't need him to lead my hand toward his cock. I cupped his balls through his jeans and my thumb traced the length of his shaft. It felt divine. I quickly worked at his belt buckle and got his jeans down. When I tugged down his briefs, his cock sprang out at me, and I sighed and began to fellate him. I maintained as much eye contact as I could as I devoured him. My back was against the leg of the pool table, I had no place to go, no way to turn as he began to thrust his cock into my mouth. I wouldn't have turned away if I could. But it wasn't the type of fucking I came for.
He raised me up onto the pool table again, and I entwined one leg around his crotch. His hard cock was inches from my opening, and I cried out.
"Please fuck me, Tom. Fuck me hard."
He held his cock and moved it along my crotch. Its hardness felt divine, but try as I did, he wouldn't enter me. I lifted off my top and began to work on his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and shoulders.
We were finally naked, and Tom spoke.
"All right, Melissa. Since this is your unveiling, get up on the stage so everyone can see you getting fucked for the first time."
I practically skipped up to the riser where country bands usually played, but where I was about to be deflowered. There was a thick mattress there.
Tom followed me, and I quickly brought his cock back to attention. He laid down on his back and I moved above him.
"I know this position is best for virgins, Melissa. You can control the depth and the force."
I squatted above his cock, and slowly impaled myself. I cried out for just an instant, but the pain turned to pleasure almost immediately. I leaned back in the reverse cowgirl position so that the audience could see that I was now, indeed, a woman, and a cheer went up. As Tom started thrusting his magical cock into me, my fingers found my clit and I began to cum.
"I'm gonna cum on your on cock. I'm gonna cum on your cock. Ohhhhhh ...."
As I recovered, Tom slipped out of me, and he turned me over until I was on my hands and knees. My head was down and watching as he entered me from behind and soon his balls were rhythmically slapping my clit.
Tom reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair, lifting my head upward. My eyes closed and my mouth opened as I groaned in pleasure and the bartender slipped his cock into my mouth. The feeling from Tom's cock was so overwhelming, I couldn't concentrate on the cock in my mouth, and the bartender simply started fucking my face. I was stuffed with cock at both ends, my mouth and pussy being passively used as they should be, and I became nearly delirious with desire and need. A wordless scream was muffled as the bartender pounded my mouth harder.
Suddenly, Tom pulled out of me, and I felt cum ropes reaching up the length of my back, one, two, three streams of cum from his wonderful cock. I turned away from the cock in front of me so I could get whatever precious juice remained from his dick.
Then the cocks starting coming, and cumming. I was fucked in more positions than I had ever experienced as a man, but my favorite was when I was on my back with my head over the side of the mattress. Then, two cocks could continuously fuck me, and with my throat elongated, I had no problem taking each cock to the very brim.
I was truly and totally a woman.
Men say "I'd like to fuck the shit out her," and when it was over, I felt like I'd had the shit fucked out of me. I was beyond sore. I could hardly walk straight when I left the club.
As I approached my car, Tom stepped forward.
"Melissa, could I speak with you, please?"
"Yes, Tom?"
"I'd like to take you to dinner sometime, Melissa. Are you free next week?"
"Are you asking me for a date, Tom?"
"Yes, Melissa, I am."
I blushed as I said yes.