The big day came, and I knew my life was about to change in a big way. Nick was no longer, and Nicki was ready to start her life. The move went rather smoothly. I didn't have a whole lot to pack, seeing that most of my possessions were those of a boy. I talked my parents into buying me a lot of new stuff for my new life style. This was great. I was starting my new life and I was excited.
Now the town that we were moving to was a small type of town, where everybody new everybody. This made me a little nervous, seeing that I really didn't want my secret to get out. I didn't want any preconceived notions about me. I wanted no record of Nick Christensen in Minnesota, just Nicki. Well, the house that my parents bought was beautiful. It was a two story house set on about an acre of land. I had the whole top floor basically to myself, seeing that the master bed room was on the main level. Even though I was 15, I decided to girly the room out. I went the brightest pink I could find for the walls (a mistake, cause when I painted them a few years later, it took about 10 coats of the new paint to cover the pink) I chose a flower boarder to go along the top of the room, and a pretty purplish comforter for my bed. Thinking back to it, it probably looked like a 9 year olds bed, but who cares. I unpacked all of my new clothes, sat down and just took it all in. This was really happening. I don't know why, but I started to cry. Seeing that it was near dinner time, my mom came up to find me, and seeing that I was crying, she sat next to me.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I sat down for a sec, and all this emotion came out. I really can't believe that this is happening. I've wanted this for the past 4 years, and now it's happening. I'm sooooo happy, but on the same hand I'm sooooo scared. "
"Nicki, you are a wonderful person. And now you can hopefully be who you really are. To let you in on a little secret, I've always wanted to have girl talk with my daughter, and now I hopefully can. I just want you to know, you can tell me anything. I will always be there for you."
This made me happy.
"Okay hun, lets get down to dinner. We're having your favorite, spaghetti."
"Thanks mom, I really mean it."
Well school started in two weeks, and since I had made the decision to become a girl, I had stayed inside as much as possible. I might be able to pass looking like a girl, but boy did I have a lot to learn about acting like a girl. Sure, I was an effeminate girl, but there are those certain quirks that make girls girls. Those are what I needed to learn. So enlisted the help of my cousin, the one who first turned me on to wearing girl clothes. I begged my mom to have Jenny come over the for that last two weeks of summer, and she finally was able to convince my aunt to let Jenny come.
I have always been very close to my cousin. She has always been there for me. When I was younger she would help me dress like a girl, and when I knew that I wanted to be a girl, she was the first person I told, and she was so accepting to it. She is also the only other person in the world (besides all of you who have read my first story) who knows why I was really beat up.
Like I said before, Jenny is the same age as me, and for our entire lives who looked like twins, which is good for me, cause she is beautiful. The arrangements were set, and she was going to be arriving the next day.
Now there is something that I really haven't dived into a lot, and that's my sexuality. I did share my experience with Billy, but that confused things for me. I loved giving him the blow job, it was one the things that made me really feel like a girl, but I knew on the same hand still liked girls. The complicated things a lot for me because I didn't know what was right. The day with Billy was the first experience I had had with another person sexually, male or female. I had experimented things with myself. I first masturbated when I was 12. I was wearing a pair of white cotton panties, and noticed that my penis was getting bigger. I started to rub it through the panties, and that just made it harder and harder. But it felt so good. So I did it faster and faster, until I came all of the insides of the panties. They were a mess, but I didn't care. I could believe how good it felt cumming. So masturbating became almost a daily habit for me. Then, when I graduated from 8th grade, when I was 14, my parents gave me a preloaded Visa card with $100. I had no idea what to buy with it. Should I buy my own panties? Maybe, something even riskier like a bra or slip? Being the age of technology, I started to surf the web. Looking on porn sites, I noticed vibrators and dildos. Interesting I thought to myself. I did a little research, and realized I wanted to know what a cock felt like inside of me, both oral and anally. So I made my first dildo purchase. It was about 8" and about 2" around. When the package had arrived from, I quickly grabbed from the postman, and almost came from the excitement. I ran upstairs, pulled on a pair of yellow panties, and ripped open the package. I set it down on the bathroom counter, and started to rub it. The immediately gave me a huge hard on. I locked the door and went back to the giant cock on my counter. I slowly lowered my head, and started to engulf the cock. I reached my right hand down and start to play with my own cock through the soft silky material. The more cock I took in my mouth, I hornier I got. After a few seconds I realized I had no gag reflex, and could deep throat it. It me about 30 seconds of sucking before I came. It was the biggest load of cum I had ever produced. I quickly grabbed some of the cum from the panties, and put it on the head of the dildo and sucked it off. It was my first taste of cum, and I knew I was hooked. I imagined that I had sucked this cock so well, that I had made it cum.
I continued giving head to the dildo everyday for about a week and half, until I knew I wanted to put it in my ass. I wanted to fuck myself. My mom was going on a few errands one afternoon and I knew it was chance. I went upstairs to the bathroom equipped with a pair of panties, some lotion for lube, and my dildo. I slid the panties up, which gave me an instant hard on. I set the dildo up and started to suck it, but instead of playing with my cock, I started to message my ass hole. It gave me instant pleasure. I continued to suck while squirting some lube onto my hands. I slowly worked it into my ass. I knew that this was great to blissful. I took the dildo, and started to work in my ass. Slowly pumping it in and out, I had to really resist not cumming. At a rhythmic pace, I started to fuck myself. I felt like a girl being given what she really wanted. I started to moan, quietly at first, but then uncontrollably. I able to sustain from cumming for about three minutes, and then shot a huge load on the bathroom mirror. Still with the dildo in my ass, I started to lick the cum of the mirror, causing me to cum again. I must have blacked out from pleasure, the next thing I remember was being in bed.
I felt the preceding was necessary because it show's how even sexually I wanted to be a girl, and that I did not want to be the one to have my cock sucked, I wanted to be the cocksucker. Well, this is all important, but let's get back to when I was 15.
I awoke the morning that Jenny was coming with great joy and anticipation. My mom and I went to the airport to pick her up. As soon as she got off the plane, I ran up to her a gave her a huge hug.
"Oh my god, you look great." she said to me. I was wearing a knee length jean skirt with a pink tank top on.
"Well you don't look so bad yourself" I replied.
The car ride back to our house the three of us girls chatted about different things. Family, the summer, the upcoming school year. When we got home, I couldn't wait to show her my room. We rushed up stairs, and I told her to close her eyes. I led her in and said, "Open them!!" She did, and just started laughing. She couldn't help herself.
"I'm sorry Nicki, I don't' mean to laugh, but what are you 8"
"What do you mean. I think the room looks great. It's girly and everything. I thought it fit me perfectly."
"Well first off, you have a purple Barbie comforter. You have a flower border on the wall, and you have stuffed animals everywhere. The pink on the walls is do able, but the rest we'll have to fix."
I was going to protest, but after looking at the room again, I realized that yeah it was pretty little kidish. I showed Jenny where she could unpack and hang her clothes up. We were going to be sharing the bedroom, she would get the bed and I'd get an air mattress. There was a third bedroom, but my dad decided to make it into an office. Well, now that we were finally alone, the good questions started to come out. As I watched her unpack, I took notice to all of her clothing. There was so much to learn. She had about a thousand different outfits, and I admired her underwear collection. She had hi-cut bikini, thongs, boy shorts, g-strings, these lacy type that I had never seen before. I knew that this was going to be fun.
"So, what is it like?" Jenny asked.
"It was really strange at first, but now I know it was the right decision to make. It helps having great supporting parents, my mom especially."
"That's good."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." She said smiling.
"Well, it's kind of awkward. Should I be liking boys or girls? To me, I like both, but I don't want to be weird or anything. It's just really confusing."
She laughed again. "It's what's inside of you. Since we're being honest and talking about stuff like this, I'm bisexual. I like both."
I was shocked, I didn't know what to say.
"I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything, but I've done both types of oral sex. I've never had regular sex though."
I blushed, and she picked up on it. I had to tell her about Billy. "Well, do you remember Billy, my best friend back home?" She nodded yes. "The day before we left, I gave him a blow job. He said I did a great job. I though so cause I made him cum a lot."
She looked shocked, but then smiled. "My cousin is learning how to be a girl, I'm so proud." She did the fake tearing up thing, so I hit her with a pillow.
Next time, I will get into my girl "training" and my first days of school as a girl. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as the last one.
Nicki