Marks End

"Where's a beautiful girl like you off to?" He said.

I froze with excitement. He always addressed me in the same way even though he knew my name was Erika! I thought... should I lie, say I'm just going in to go to bed, or something else, or should I tell him the truth? That I was afraid he wouldn't like to see me in this outfit, more... that he would only want to fuck me and not actually love me too. I could hear him only a foot away now. So without turning to look him in the eyes I let it all spill out into a seamless ramble.

"I wanted to see you today but you weren't there and then I got home after seeing the doctors and I wanted to wear something to entice you but when I was outside I realized I also wanted you to love me and that you'd probably only want to fuck me like this and I wanted more than that so I was going to change and then you stopped me to ask all these silly questions."

He put his hand at the small of my back, and urged me to turn around. I could feel the pressure and I wanted to turn but I'd just exposed myself so much. I was feeling vulnerable. He continued pulling me around until we were face to face and I uttered the most cheesy thing I've ever heard myself say.

"I just want you to respect me in the morning." I said breathlessly. It was such a fucking cliché!

He pulled me in and kissed me...

I kissed him back...

I felt myself opening the door and stumbling backward through it as his belt came undone. We were both hungry and both had found our meal. My robe had been abandoned at the door with his pants. He picked me up and set me on the countertop. I could see my living room and the street beyond through my large picture windows. He was searching for my nipples through the bra but then he stopped. He dropped to his knees and placed his mouth on my clit. I could feel his tongue moving around the creases and fold as he tasted my juices. I felt him drive his tongue inside my fuck hole and my toes tingled. I felt my pussy start quivering. I needed him inside me right then!

"I need you inside me right now!" I blurted out loud.

He stood, leaving my pussy aching for attention. He grabbed the end of the leash and walked toward the bedroom with me in tow.

"You should be naked by the time we hit the bedroom." He said almost dragging me by the neck.

Bra and panties came off instantly. The dress was trapped in place by the collar, I couldn't take it off.

"I told you to be naked girl!" He hissed, jerking at the collar with a playful smile on his face.

"I'm sorry daddy!" I said trying the word aloud to see if I liked it.

"This girl needs a spanking so she will learn how to obey!" He growled.

Mmm... I liked it when he called me girl, and I also like it when he tried objectifying me too. It made me feel sexy! I bent over the footboard of the bed as he dropped the leash onto the mattress.

"If you move from that spot, I'll be forced to tie you up!" He whispers in my ear as he pulled the dress up over my buttocks.

He cupped his hand on my ass cheek, and patted so gently. I giggled a little bit. His next strike was only marginally more forceful causing me to moan and roll my hips forward so more of my ass was exposed. Then he hit me with enough force to move my body into the footboard. It still didn't hurt... It was just making me wet. I decided to play the role a little bit.

"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean to be such a naughty girl. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I played into the fantasy.

He spanked my ass with hand and I felt the sting. I wanted another but maybe just a little bit harder than the last.

"Thank you daddy!" I yelled.

He hit me again. I could hear the sound of the crack fill the room.

"Harder daddy!" I yelled and almost cackled.

He then let loose on my ass. He was working out whatever frustrations he had at the moment and I felt good that I was there to help him... I mean, it fucking hurt but felt nice at the same time. When he was finished, I stood up, turned around and dropped to my knees.

"Thank you daddy, let me make it up to you!" I whispered softly.

His cock was hard as a rock. It swayed left and right with his heavy breathing. It was a nice 7 inches and slightly on the thinner side. The head was a pronounced shade darker than the shaft. And I could see the veins under his smooth taut skin. A small drip glistened from the tip. I stuck my tongue out and licked it off tasting it's sweetness. This would be the first cock I'd ever take. I opened my mouth and made love to his cock with my mouth. I explored every spot I liked when I had a cock. I tugged on his balls, and pressed on his perineum. I tried to take him into my throat, and I gagged but I wasn't done. I wanted to feel his balls on my chin, so I willed it in my throat. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted him to cum on my face. I hoped he wanted my pussy as much as I wanted him.

He pulled me up by the leash. I felt super sexy with him doing that. He stood me up, walked me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He reached down, grabbed a leg and tossed it to the side exposing my pussy. I could feel wetness on the lips. Kneeling between my open legs, he looked right in my eyes as he guided his cock inside my body. I was his forever from that moment on. He was mine too.

He shuddered as he pushed his cock fully into me. I could feel his pulse through his cock. Then he retracted slightly and pushed it back in. I could feel all of him inside me. Me body was on fire with lust and pleasure danced from my holes in moans and grunts.

"Fuck me with that big cock daddy!" I yelled.

He began thrusting into me as though it felt like dying for. We were moving the whole bed and slapping sounds filled the room. I could feel his ass muscles clench each time he pounded into me. Remembering what I liked during sex, I reached a finger around to his asshole and applied a bit of pressure. His cock swelled and when he ground his dick into my pussy I came. I placed my legs around his body and forced him into me harder. I was lifting myself onto him as I felt the first shot of cum hit my insides. He pulled out and began shooting cum all over my belly, chest and face. Hot sticky ropes splattered across my body as he collapsed off to the side.

I wore his cum for the ten minutes he held me sideways. My pussy was still pulsating, almost grabbing the air for more but I was spent. I swiped my fingers through a bit of cum on my cheek and pushed it into my mouth. Sweet with a hint of salty. I wanted more so I scooped up as much as I could and ate it all. He just sat there grinning at me.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Mmm. I like your cum. I want that right from the source next time." I said licking my lips.

"I have to go. I've got some appointments in the morning." He said as he too swiped a finger through the cum in my belly button, and brought it up to my mouth.

I dozed off as he started getting dressed.

I awoke the next morning with cum still covering my body. The leash and collar were still attached. I tugged on the collar softly and pushed a couple of fingers inside my hole. I was remembering last night. I wished I could live that night again right now but I couldn't and I had to get up.

Standing in the shower I washed my hair it had become quite long over the past few months. It was for healthy and down just below my shoulders. My skin had become so soft and supple hair free as though my hair were falling out on its own. I didn't really start the study with much hair to begin with but even that was completely gone now.

I lathered my body up and felt my breasts. There were definite breasts there and I squeezed each one tightly. There was much more than a B cup that would jiggle if I bounced. I wouldn't mind another 2 inches, A D cup on my frame would look quite natural and proper. My hips had also filled out quite nicely and I had a nice round bum.

Standing in the bathroom with the steam dripping down the mirror I wiped it down looking at myself. I really was a beautiful woman. Maybe a bit tall, but still beautiful. I looked so different that I doubted anyone who knew me before would recognize me. I didn't think I would recognize myself either.

All dried off I stepped into my closet. I really was in awe that I had so many beautiful items to choose from. I opted for a deep navy bra and panty set for the day, covered that with a blue and white floral pattern dress. One that I wore a big fluffy white petticoat underneath. The petticoat added much body and I looked similar to one of those 50s housewives. I found some simple black pumps and slipped those on too.

I've never spent much time on make up as I hadn't really seen many people since I started this but now I sat at the make up table looking at myself in the mirror. On TV I watched cooking channels soap operas and home shopping network. They sell a lot of make up on the home shopping network so I would sit and watch how to apply make up all day long. I wasn't great at doing my own make up but with just a little bit of blush lipstick eyeliner and mascara, I was able to transform my face and I looked quite pretty. Now I fully understood why women wore make up. I smiled with confidence.

I wanted to go for a walk maybe see Jim if I was lucky. I was kind of hungry though so I stepped into the kitchen and made me a quick breakfast of fruit and oatmeal. There was a message on the iPad so I picked it up and looked.

"We are pleased to announce you have been selected for phase 4 of the sexuality study. This phase will move you into an outpatient setting where are you will assimilate back into society. Housing will be provided as well as job training and job placement."

I received two more messages shortly after. One from psychology and the other from medical. I just had appointments from both just two weeks ago, I wasn't due psych or medical for another two weeks.

As I stepped into the mental health office I was greeted by Gloria she stepped forward and hugged me briefly before we sat and talked. She had a contagious smile on her face has she looked at me, and I couldn't help but smile back

"You look so beautiful today." she said

"Thank you I've never really done make up before but I wanted to look pretty today." I said.

"It's not just the make up, or the cute bow in your hair, or your dress or any of that! It's you... all of you. You are pretty today, and the change from two weeks ago is remarkable." She said.

"Thank you I definitely feel much more at peace within myself." I said

"OK let's get down to business then shall we?" she said

She had the standard fare of questions she asked every time, I answered as she jot it down in the notebook smiling and nodding.

"I'm recommending you for a phase four prosthetic.!" She said.

"I want you to be aware go a face for prosthetic is permanent. You will permanently become a woman. How does that make you feel." She asked.

I remember being a man. It wasn't really great at it. I was married and even that failed. I can't tell you I was really unhappy being a man, but I can tell you I felt more natural becoming a woman than I ever did as a man. It will be sad to see Mark die but I really believe Erica has much more to offer. I said

I felt as though I was rambling. I didn't want to ramble anymore.

"Okay, I'll push it through then." She said

I was walking toward medical thinking. I knew it wasn't a light decision, like what color of panties to wear, or what kind of job to get. This was the foundation of my entire identity. I needed to be sure I was ready to leave my life as a man behind forever. I needed to be sure I was making the right decision. I tried to think of myself in five years. Where might I be? What might I be doing? So I closed my eyes. Five years from now... I'm standing on a beach. I've just stepped out of the house. I can feel my toes in the sand. I look down and my toes are painted the color of the ocean. Okay. Some guys paint their toenails... 6 years from now... I'm laying in bed. My lover comes in... it's a man. He parts my legs and enters my...

I can't seem to see myself any other way than a woman. I have to do something first.

I step into medical. I'm sitting there when the doctor comes in. He begins telling me about the stage four prosthetic. I had to stop him.

"Can you... please hold that whole talk off for like 15 minutes?" I ask.

"Um, yeah. I guess." He replied

"Can you remove this prosthetic first though?" I said pulling my panties down and pulling my dress up.

I look down at my mound. I saw the faint little tuft of hair there. I really liked what I saw. It seemed so natural to me, but I need to see my cock. Even though it was smaller than I remembered it, I had to look at it attached to my body. I had to touch it with my hands. I had to...

I had to say goodbye.

I was lead to the examination room where the doctor removed my phase 3 prosthetic vagina. It was such an odd feeling not wearing it. I asked for a moment alone and he obliged my request.

I sat there looking at my cock. I picked it up and dropped it. I pinched it. Covered it with my hand, and I began to weep. I was crying and I didn't care if I fucked up my makeup. I knew right then that I'd have tomorrow. I'd have the rest of my life to fuck up my makeup. The remnants of Mark died and I wept for him. I wept for the loss, but I also wept with joy for the birth of Erika! I wept with joy because I'd finally found happiness.

Five years later, I'm happy to tell you all that... I am not on a beach. I live in the country, I don't have a lover. I have a husband, a best friend, and a soul mate. I have my perfect life, and I have happiness all thanks to a divorce and the sexuality study that literally changed my life for the best.