Good Girl Ch. 06: Butterfly

While Mommy was away on her trip, I spent the week reading about my upcoming procedures.

I drank plenty of water throughout the day and slept at least eight hours each night. Those were Dr. Laura's recommendations, but Mommy's orders.

I wondered if Mommy could still see me while she was out of town. I hoped she could.

On the second evening, I was folding linens and putting away laundry.

I had music playing and I was dancing around the house in a t-shirt and a cute little pair of hipsters.

In my own little world, I never heard the door open. I was folding my socks and panties on the bed when I felt a presence in the room. I let out a high-pitched squeal and jumped.

Daddy was directly behind me, smiling.

I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but my hands were shaking.

"Hello, princess. You didn't hear me come in?", he asked.

"Daddy, you know I don't like to be startled," I pouted as I threw the sock I was holding at his chest.

I didn't know how long he had been there. By the look of his pants, he had enough time to enjoy the show.

"Thought I'd come check on you. Looks like I have good timing," he said as he closed in on me.

I was backed up to the edge of the bed. My hand went up to rest on his stomach and I could see now that he was fully aroused.

"Remember that night, right in this spot?" he asked.

"How you were trembling when I took your towel."

"You stood right here, naked and wet."

"You looked scared, but you didn't move," he said as he reach up and found my hard nipple with his left hand.

"I could never forget that night. That was the night you made me your girl, Daddy," I said softly.

He gently squeezed my nipple and my mouth opened to let out a moan. With his right hand he cupped my cheek and slid his thumb back on my tongue.

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it.

His cock felt harder than I ever remembered as I rubbed him through his pants. I unfastened the button and slid his zipper down as he lifted my shirt over my head.

I pushed his pants down over his hips and let them fall to the floor. His thick, hard cock sprang from the elastic band as it fell.

He was breathing heavily when he kissed me. The weight of his body pressed me back against the side of the bed.

I slid my panties down and stepped out of them.

We continued to kissed as I held is balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. When I noticed it was getting wet, I backed up onto the edge of the bed and laid back.

He watched me as I pulled my knees to my chest, spread my legs, and offered myself to him.

"Please, Daddy," I begged softly.

He fucked me slowly on the edge of the bed.

When he came, he pulled out and spilled his seed between my legs.

He rubbed his cock in the mess and then he fucked me a while longer.

I took a quick shower when he was done with me. By the time I dried off and returned to the room, he was asleep in the bed.

I looked at his naked body - his strong legs and his muscular chest. His flaccid cock laid to the side above his heavy balls. I wanted to suck him hard while he slept, but he looked peaceful.

Early on, I realized that I was most attracted to my polar opposite: very masculine men. The larger and more dominant, the better. Strong arms and legs made me want to suck stuff. A muscular back now made my panties wet.

I slid into bed and backed up against him. He stirred for a moment and rolled over to spoon me.

His cock flopped onto the small of my back and his hand rested on my hip.

I enjoyed the feeling of his muscular body pressed against mine as I drifted to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, he was in the shower.

I hopped out of bed and scurried to the kitchen. I turned on the stove and grabbed some eggs out of the refrigerator.

When he came out, I was scrambling his breakfast wearing only an apron. I kept my back to him as I heard him approach.

I was shaking my ass to a song I was singing pretending I wasn't aware of his approach. The seduction worked; his hands were on my ass.

"Good morning, Daddy," I said playfully.

"I made you breakfast."

He groped me for a minute as I fed him bites of egg from his plate. I loved the feeling of his rough, strong hands on my bare ass.

When he was finished playing with my backside, I put his plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on the table next to a glass of orange juice.

He was wearing a towel around his waist and a towel around his shoulders. He smelled like my body scrub instead of his usual masculine fragrance.

When he sat at the table, his towel spread open. His heavy cock and balls were hanging between his legs. As he ate, I crawled under the table and sucked him dry.

I knew I was not a good cook. I only knew how to make basic meals. But, I didn't hear one complaint about my breakfast and blowjob.

He dressed, kissed me again, and left about mid-morning. I finished folding my laundry.

I stayed close to home all week. I took a couple walks through the park when it was nice out.

Lucas stopped by a couple mornings to wake me up for a quick blowjob before he went to work. He never wanted to stay for breakfast though. He would shoot his load and be out the door before I even got off my knees.

I would go back to sleep with a full tummy.

When I didn't feel like cooking, Noah drove me to get dinner.

As promised, I didn't suck his dick. But, I got the sense he wouldn't have objected.

Noah had been her driver for years. He was a young late-fifties, tall, and lean. His clothes and grooming were meticulous. I knew him back when he started driving for Mommy, but we didn't interact much until recently.

I remember our early introduction, but I don't recall him speaking to me any other time. He would always open the door silently and drive silently.

Lately, however, he was talking more. I also found him staring at me.

I rode with Noah to the airport the day she returned. I wore a pretty, mint princess dress and high heels for her.

On our drive home, she ask me about my week. I told her the boring details. I left the juicy details out hoping to learn if she had been watching me.

The partition was down and she asked Noah, "Noah, tell me truthfully, did she try to suck your dick?"

I gasp and squeezed her hand. She was amused with herself. I was happy for her to be back home.

Noah glanced at me in the rearview for a second and replied, "No ma'am, she didn't even try"

He raised the partition as Mommy and I broke into laugher.

"Next time, Noah," I mused to myself.

I stayed at Mommy's house that night since we had to be at the hospital early the next day. She let me sleep with her in her bed.

I had to wash with a special soap that night and the next morning. It didn't have a pretty smell like my body washes, but I was told it was necessary.

She wore a silk nightgown with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps. She still had a youthful figure and great cleavage.

She was beautiful and always had been for as long as I could remember. I always thought it strange that she didn't marry. I'm certain many must have tried.

I wore a wrapped hem, short satin cami that hung flat against my chest. I admired her curves and beamed as I thought about how I would soon have my own.

The next morning, we left without breakfast. I wasn't allowed to eat. I couldn't if I had wanted to - I was too nervous and excited.

Mommy signed some forms when we arrived. I was taken to a nearby room where I changed into a gown.

A handsome nurse took my blood pressure and then he helped me climb onto a large hospital bed.

Another nurse came in and put an IV in my arm.

The reality of my impended procedures crashed down on me and I began to feel nervous. Mommy was speaking with Dr. Laura, who was in scrubs, when she noticed. Dr. Laura looked at me and then nodded at Mommy.

She walked over to the IV bag hanging on my bed and explained, "Sweetie, this will help you relax and it might make you sleepy. This is such an exciting day! I'm so happy for you."

She injected something into the IV bag and smiled at me.

My head started to feel heavy a few minutes later.

I saw Mommy and Dr. Laura talking again.

I heard Mommy ask, "would she be able to go to 350cc as small as she is?"

Their words faded into the distance and the room went dark.

I woke up moments later in another room on a similar bed. In the room, I saw Mommy, Dr. Laura, and a couple nurses.

I was still very sleepy.

"I don't think the medicine lasted very long," I mumbled.

"Sweetie, you're all done. You did excellent. Do you feel any pain?" Dr. Laura spoke softly.

Under the gown, I felt a weight on my chest. My entire body was was feeling dull and numb. Then I noticed another sensation, it felt tight.

It took me a minutes to realize there was something wrapped around my chest. The reality that I was waking up after the procedures suddenly became clear to me.

I wanted to see them, but I knew it wouldn't be soon.

"Presents under the Christmas Tree," I said aloud to myself. The room laughed.

Between my legs, I was completely numb. I was much less curious to see those results right now.

I was happy to wait until everything was healed. I don't like blood. I never could handle gory movies.

I wasn't hungry but the nurse delivered a hospital lunch. Mommy sat in the corner of the room exchanging texts with someone.

Dr. Laura returned early afternoon and looked at my chart, asked me some questions, and carefully went over my restrictions for the next few week.

She said that she would stop by to check on me the first couple weeks.

I went home late that afternoon. I was exhausted.

Dr. Laura said I would probably sleep a lot in the first twenty-four hours, but I should walk a little every day.

Noah helped me up to Mommy's bedroom. She followed us and help me change into a cotton nightshirt.

After I brushed my teeth, I laid in the bed on my back as Mommy stroked my hair.

My hair was long now, about five inches past my shoulders. As she ran her fingers through it, she said, "I'm so happy for you, princess. Once you can leave the house, I'll schedule you a day at the spa."

"But not with Evan, sweetie. Not yet."

I drifted to sleep and woke around noon the next day.

Dr. Laura stopped by to check on me, changed my dressing, and checked my sutures.

She looked between my legs and said, "This is going to heal just lovely. You'll be rocking a bikini next summer."

Her enthusiasm was reassuring. I still didn't want to look yet.

"You need to walk a little each day. Five minutes twice today, then five more each day until you are walking 30 minutes per day."

Then she unwrapped the dressing around my chest.

"Just lovely," she said, "I would love to get some pictures once you've healed."

That was also reassuring to me.

She wrapped a fresh bandage around me and spoke with Mommy outside the room.

Dr. Laura hugged her and kissed her cheek, then left.

By the end of the week, I was no longer feeling any discomfort and I was able to go for longer walks. At the end of the second week, Dr. Laura said that my sutures were gone and I was healing ahead of schedule.

Still, Mommy made me stay with her for six weeks. I enjoyed my time close to her, but I was getting restless. I had been walking as instructed every day and I felt ready to leave the house.

Dr. Laura stopped by the house on the last day with boxes of medication.

She gave me instructions and a schedule for taking them, and she gave me my first dose. The boxes were labeled estradiol and progesterone.

Dr. Laura said the effects might be subtle and it maybe be months before I noticed any difference.

When she left, I added them to my packed suitcase.

Noah carried my bags out to the car and I waved goodbye to Mommy as we drove away.

About halfway home, I noticed the partition was down and I caught Noah glancing back at me in the rearview.

"Noah? Would you like to pull over for a moment. I think I need help back here," I smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

I heard him turn on the blinker and the car began to slow.

After our brief stop, Noah returned me to the summer house.

It was the first time I had been back in over a month.

She had her service stock the kitchen with food and clean the bedding.

I found fresh flowers in the bedroom. Crisp linens were on the bed.

I spent some time reuniting with my favorite clothes.

I was admiring how my different panties fit now that I had been corrected.

"Dr. Laura was right," I thought. I was ready for bikini season.

Unfortunately that season was still months away.

I put a dress on and admired how the fabric hung on my new shape.

Rubbing my tits gently, I tried to imagine how they might feel to men.

Would they enjoy rubbing their hard cocks between them?

I wanted to find out, and to make somebody cum all over them.

I pictured myself on my knees with a sloppy face and cum all over my new tits. The thought started to get me hot.

Then, my phone vibrated.

(Mommy) Noah is acting funny. Tell me you didn't...

I playfully said to the house, "He earned it."

I thought about how much it pleased him to have my soft, young lips around his cock. I probably made his dick harder than it had been in years. Who knows how long it had been since he had pleasure like that? He came really fast too.

I made sure he saw me swallow. Then, I sucked him clean as his legs twitched.

(Mommy) You cock-sucking whore! Is there any dick you won't suck?

(Mommy) He's been with me since before you were born!

(Mommy) You might have waited until you got home. I would have watched.

I should have waited. I knew how much she enjoyed seeing me take a cock.

(Mommy) Be good, princess.

(Mommy) Cumslut.

I laughed and said to the house, "Yes, Mommy."

(Mommy) I want you plugged all day tomorrow.

Over the next two months, Mommy made me wear increasingly larger plugs. She was training me again.

I had been out of action during my recovery and I was tight. It was a quicker process this time. Once she was able to fuck me with my favorite black dildo, she was pleased.

I was looking forward to reuniting with Lucas. I had been longing to feel him inside me again.

Unfortunately, he texted me a couple days before I returned home. He was heading to his winter home for a few months and would be back in the spring.

He sent me a picture he took the night he fucked me on his sofa. With his phone, he snapped a picture of his cock after he finished in me.

I recalled hearing the shutter sound and seeing the flash of light as he held me down on his sofa. In the photo, his cock was in focus in the foreground and below it you could the gaping void it had just left in me.

The image reminded me how good it felt when he stretched me out. I pouted for the rest of that day.

A few weeks passed and one day around noon, I got a message from Mommy.

(Mommy) Spa day in the morning then I will help you pack. You're coming on a business trip with me. We leave tomorrow night.

I'm certain she could see my excitement if she was watching. I'm certain she was watching.

I woke to an early morning text message:

(Mommy) I'm on my way. Be ready.

I showered and put on a ruched waisted fall dress with a plunging neckline, a pair of heeled ankle boots, and clear lip gloss.

I didn't opt for panties or a plug. If Evan's fingers were going to "slip" again they would be slipping inside me.

I wondered if Mommy would forbid me to suck his dick in the spa given our last encounter. I knew she watched.

The receptionist greeted us as we walked through the door, "Hello Miss Anne. Hello Jasmine!"

She picked up the phone but Evan came through the door before she could dial. He was waiting for me. So cute.

"Hello Princess, would you like to come with me?" he asked.

As I began to stand, Mommy grabbed my hand. "If you're going to do it, please be discreet," she whispered.

"I promise I'll be quiet," I whispered back.

Towering above me, Evan lead the way down the hall and ushered me through the door. He shut it behind us as we entered the dimly lit room. He had candles lit on the shelves.

I was undressing before he could begin his instructions.

I stepped out of my dress and stood naked before him for the first time since my transformation.

He was stunned. The outline of his long cock appeared quickly.

"How would you like me," I said in a cute voice.

"Oh, uh, face down," he stammered. So cute.

"Ass up?" I whispered wickedly as I climbed on the table showing off my ass.

I laid down and my stomach and spread my legs.

He went straight to work on my butt like last time.

It didn't take long. As I anticipated, he started to tease my hole with a finger, then two. My butt elevated to show my appreciation. I reached forward and grabbed his waistband.

The massage was over.

I fumbled one-handed with the closure on his uniform chinos. Then, he gave me some assistance with the button and zipper. I slid off the table to my knees and pulled his cock free. It sprang forward and hovered over my face. I lapped at the clear pre-cum and then started sucking on his head.

I took him into my throat a few times as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

When I sensed he was ready, I lifted my hair up and jerked him all over my chest.

Then I sucked him clean.

He had to brace himself on the sink as he came.

From my knees, I massaged his cum into my new tits and asked, "Do you like them?"

He whispered, "You're.. they're perfect."

I kissed his large, smooth balls and thanked him.

"I'm going to be sucking that cock a lot for the compliment," I thought to myself.

I was a cum-drenched mess and I had more appointments today.

Fortunately there was a hand sink in the massage room, so I was able to clean up before my manicure.

He hid his bulge again as we moved to my next appointment.

When I got to the manicurist, she informed me that Mommy picked a rose shade polish for me.

Mommy had the stylist trim my hair and layer the front slightly.

She also gave me bright, beige-blonde highlights.

As we walked out of the spa together, we saw Evan carrying a stack of linens.

I said, "See ya next time, Evan."

Mommy whispered, "You're going to ruin that boy, slut."

Noah was driving us today and he was especially sweet to me.

Mommy sighed in disgust about what I did to her driver.

"Slut," she called me when he opened my door first.

Since that day, he would discreetly grope my butt as he helped me into and out of the car. If Mommy wasn't looking, I would rub his cock to tent his pants. It amused me to keep him horny. It also seemed to breathe some youth back into him.

Mommy asked me for the details about my massage: was he nervous, did he fuck me, what did he think of my tits?

I described the entire scene. I told her how I deep-throated him, how I jerked him off on my chest, and how I spread it around. Then, I told her how he tasted when I sucked his cum off my fingers.

She helped me pack late that morning. We packed a lot lighter than one would for a long weekend trip, but she said we would go shopping when we got there.

Noah added my luggage to the trunk with Mommy's and took us to the airport.

She was on her phone for most of the ride. I heard her asking about booth construction, video monitors, and occupancy. I pieced together that she was attending a conference.

While she talked, I enjoyed a large cherry lollipop and watched the scenery go by.

I caught Noah, glancing in the mirror and gave it a seductive lick, popped it into my mouth, and winked at him.

Mommy caught my show out of the corner of my eye and swatted my thigh.

He began to fidget in his seat for a moment. I knew I had made his dick hard and smiled wickedly at him in the mirror.