On My Own Terms

I felt much more comfortable as Michelle now, and Krystal seemed pleased with my progress as well. She decided it was time to bring me into the shop and train me as a beautician. The other girls knew about me, of course; there are no secrets in a salon. They accepted me enthusiastically, complimented me on how good I looked, and made me feel like part of the "family". It might have been unusual to find so many women in one place who enjoyed the company of a feminized male, but this is Krystal's salon and she personally picks everyone who works here. I didn't ask Krystal about her relationship with them, but I suspected they were much more to her than faithful employees. No wonder they were so eager to help.

That night, after I had satisfied Krystal orally, she gently pushed me over and down on my back. She secured my wrists and ankles with cuffs attached to the four corners of the bed. Then she lifted my hips and slid a pillow under them to keep them elevated. A smile curled the edges of her mouth as she slipped off the bed and stepped over to the dresser. She opened the drawer, reached in, and withdrew a life-like, ten-inch rubber dildo! She faced me, still smiling, and slowly, dramatically strapped it on. Then she reached back into the drawer and withdrew a tube of lubricating gel and generously greased her rubber dong. She sat down on the edge of the bed, next to me, and gently stroked my hair. The monstrous cock was inches from my face.

"This has been a day of firsts for you, My Love. Your first day in your new career. Your first public appearance in your new role. And now, your first fuck. This should really make you feel like a natural woman."

She climbed over me and knelt between my spread thighs. She squeezed a generous portion of gel onto her index finger and invaded my love nest with it, lubricating me thoroughly. Then she withdrew her finger and placed the tip of her massive phallus at the entrance of my hole and, holding my hips for leverage, firmly thrust all ten inches inside me. I gave a short, shrill cry of pain and surprise. As she continued to thrust in and out, the pain gave way to intense pleasure, such as I had never known. I writhed and moaned, just as Krystal had done when I had been inside of her. Finally I went over the edge and spewed cum all over my stomach . Krystal scooped up my jism with two fingers, then pressed them between my parted lips and into my mouth.

"Lick it clean, my love. Swallow it all. That's my good girl. Soon I will have you loving the taste of cum. You are going to be a great little cocksucker."

In the nights that followed she did teach me how to suck cock, using her dildo for practice. She showed me all the little tricks to do with my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingernails to drive a man crazy. She also continued to fuck me with the dildo, gradually building up my dependence on it to achieve orgasm. And she always made me swallow every drop of my cum.

Before long, I came to prefer this style of love-making. In fact, I couldn't get enough of it. The hormones had repressed my male erections, and I was losing all interest in penetrating my lover. I found that I would much rather have Krystal's big rubber cock inside me. I was feeling more and more like a woman every day, and Krystal couldn't have been more pleased. She was increasingly turned on by my oral and receptive role in our love life. There was a special glow in her eyes when she gazed at me that told me which way our relationship was headed.

Our "anniversary" was on a Saturday, and Krystal promised me a special surprise. It began at Five o'clock when we closed the salon. Instead of rushing out the door as they usually did, the girls all gathered around me and led me to one of the chairs. As Krystal began working on my hair, each of the girls worked on a different part of me. Krystal made it clear that I was not to look at what they were doing; I was to wait until they were completely finished creating my new "look". I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sounds, smells, and feelings. I could tell that my hair was being colored and permed, that I was getting new sculptured nails, a pedicure, a new make-up job, and even eyelash implants. My damp hair was moussed and styled with a blow-dryer and styling brush, then set with hair spray.

At this point I was helped from the chair and led to the dressing room in the back. I was instructed to close my eyes and move as I was directed while they were dressing me. The sounds, smells, and sensations were sensual. I was being corsetted more tightly than I had ever been before. I detected the heady smell of fine leather and Shalimar, my signature perfume. I was pushed, turned, gathered, zipped, and stockinged. Finally, my feet were slipped into a pair of shoes that arched them higher than they had ever been before. The girls stepped back to admire their work, and oohed and ahhed appreciatively. Then Krystal turned me around and stood me before the full-length three-way mirror.

I was stunned speechless. My shoulder-length hair was toussled in a wild manner, parted on the left, brushed back along the left side of my head and held in place with a flashing rhinestone comb. The top lifted high off my scalp, then curled over like a cresting wave. The ceiling lights set the style ablaze in all its dazzling platinum splendor.

My make-up was equally dramatic. My eyelids were a deep cobalt blue with silver highlights at the brows. My enhanced eyelashes now framed my azure eyes in rich, dark fur, made even more dramatic by several coats of black mascara. Black eyeliner completely rimmed my orbs, giving them bewitching depth and shape. My prominent cheekbones smoldered in dark-rose intensity. My lips alone almost made me come; they were painted with a thick, creamy coat of deep red lipstick, topped by a second coat of shiny gloss. My mouth was wide, plush, compelling, and oh-so-kissable.

My earrings matched the comb in jeweled flash, gently brushing against my shoulders as I moved. They were complimented by a brilliant rhinestone necklace which circled my throat. My tightly-corseted body was encased in a butter-soft, skin-tight strapless black cabretta leather sheath which began just above my nipples and ended just below the knees. The built-in cups in the bodice cradled my 34-B's high on my chest, giving me a deep, luscious cleavage. The sheath laced all the way up the back and clung to my curves like wet tissue. My long, shapely legs were encased in whispery-sheer black seamed stockings and my feet were shod in black patent pumps with six-inch stiletto heels. The skyscraper heels perched me on my toes, arching my calves, thrusting my tush and bust out and my shoulders back. The combination of the ultra-high heels and tight skirt effectively hobbled my gait to a very dainty twelve inches.

I raised my hands to smooth my dress, and discovered that I now had talons; my new fingernails were easily one-and-one-half inches long and polished the same deep red as my lips. I felt so helpless, and yet so confident; I was tall, shapely, slightly whorish, and devastatingly beautiful. Every inch of me screamed "FUCK ME", and I knew instinctively that everyone would want very badly to do just that.

As if to underscore that instinct, I caught my beloved's gaze in the mirror and saw that her breath was rapid and shallow, as it always is when she is really randy. I decided to put my theory to the test. I turned to face her, put my arms around her neck, pressed my leather-clad body against hers, looked her straight in the eye and quietly said "Come". And she did; suddenly, violently, right there in front of the other girls. She shuddered, spasmed, gasped, and held on to me tightly as her legs became wobbly. I steadied her until the waves of orgasm subsided, then eased her into a nearby chair.

There was dead silence in the room. I met the gaze of each of the girls and saw in their eyes that I could do the same to any of them. I decided there would be time enough for that later, so I gave them each a slow, sensual hug and a light kiss. I returned to my Love, cupped her chin with one graceful, feminine hand, and kissed her trembling lips.

"Thank you for my lovely gift. I can't wait to properly show you how much I adore it. What are our plans for the evening?"

Krystal recovered a bit of her composure at this.

"We are going out. You are my work of art, and tonight I am going to show you off to everyone. First, I am going to change. Then we are going to Oliver's for dinner and dancing. We are really going to break some hearts tonight!"

We caused a minor riot in Oliver's that night. It was such a thrill. Two knock-out blondes dressed in leather and high heels, one in black, the other in red, was almost more than the patrons could handle. Most of the women were openly envious, or pretended not to notice. The men were a different story; I could feel them raping us with their eyes as we passed, and every one of them had noticeable bulges in their pants. I played it to the hilt, swaying my hips generously from side to side as I strutted past them and giving them a look that turned them to jelly.

We had no trouble finding a place to sit down; we simply walked up to the booth that had the two best-looking guys in the place and asked them if we could join them. They couldn't have gotten up faster if they had been shot from a cannon. There we were, in a crowded nightclub with a place to sit, two gorgeous escorts to dance with us and buy us drinks, and all we did was walk in. I had just learned an important lesson; a beautiful woman has unimaginable power. She can have anything she wants, anytime she wants, anywhere she wants, because everyone wants her and will give her anything to get close to her. I cherished that feeling, and knew that I could never live without it again.

We had a wonderful time. The boys bought us champagne, and we all got a little silly. I flirted outrageously with Ken, my "date". Krystal was just as bad with Ken's friend, Rick. We danced a lot, and I practiced the fluid body motions that Krystal had taught me. During a break, Krystal and I excused ourselves and went to the Ladies Room to fix our make-up. Krystal was the first to speak.

"Well, what do you think of Ken?"

"What a Hunk! I'm really attracted to him, but I don't know how far I should go with him."

"Why not?"

"Because of my feelings for you, my love. My year is over tonight, and I have decided that I have never been, nor ever could be, happier than I am right now with you. I want to be your Michelle forever. As for Ken, you know what I want; you have transformed me, body and soul, into a woman, and what woman wouldn't want to get fucked by a stud like him?"

"Then do it."

"What?"

She leaned close to me and placed her hand on my cheek.

"Michelle, my love, I knew one year ago tonight you were the only one for me. I offered you a proposition and a proposal. You fulfilled the first beyond my wildest dreams. Now you have accepted the second. I am in ecstasy. I am giving Ken to you as an engagement present. Take him home and fuck him silly - and yourself, too. Besides, I am feeling an overpowering urge to do the same with Rick. It's just sex, Honey. I told you I still get off on a good fucking. I took that ability away from you, and I am not sorry for a minute, because what I got in return was a thousand times better. You are, and always will be, the love of my life, but now I need a male to give me the cock that I occasionally crave. I know your needs reflect mine because I transformed you into a woman in my own image. Rick doesn't know it yet, but he is about to become my very-willing sex toy. I invite you to take Ken as yours. You know how; I taught you. That way, we will have the best of both worlds; our very special love for each other, and two handsome studs to give us a good fucking when we want it."

We went back to the table, and I knew exactly what to do. I took every possible opportunity to make body contact with Ken. I touched his arm lightly while making a point in our conversation. I snuggled up to him and turned slightly, brushing my tits against him. During the slow dances I ground my body against his, letting his hands have free access to my ass. Finally, back at the table, I reached between his legs and lightly squeezed his rampant hard-on. I pressed my tongue into his ear and whispered:

"Take me home and fuck my brains out."

I could tell Krystal had given the same message to Rick; the two boys exchanged glances, nodded, and we left, me in Ken's car and Rick driving Krystal's.

I turned the heat up as Ken drove. I snuggled up next to him and put my arms around his neck, again letting my taut nipples press against his arm. I shifted one hand and began running my fingers through his hair, allowing my nails to gently scrape his scalp. I leaned even closer, and whispered a steady stream of erotic suggestions in his ear, telling him what I was going to do to him and what I was going to make him do to me. To punctuate this, I trailed my index finger down his forehead, nose, lips, chin, and neck. When I got to his chest, I undid the buttons on his shirt and reached inside, playing my talons over his flesh.

After a few minutes of this, I withdrew my hand and continued my downward exploration. When I reached his crotch, I unfastened his belt and pants, unzipped the zipper, and reached inside for my prize. I was rewarded with a big, rigid hunk of meat which I carefully released from its prison. It was a prize indeed; easily the size of Krystal's dildo and just as big around, with a big, throbbing, purplish head. I could no longer resist the temptation. I dropped my head to his lap, held the cock firmly with my right hand and alternately sucked and stroked his monstrous dong. My ministrations were driving him wild. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. His whole body was shaking. As we neared the house, I tucked him back inside his pants, then zipped and buckled him up.

"We don't want to spoil things by making you come too early, do we?", I purred. "I am going to take a good, long time with you and make you love it."

I let him open the car door for me and help me out, at which time I pressed tightly against him and kissed him passionately, probing the deepest recesses of his mouth with my tongue. I released him, turned, and strutted towards the door, allowing him to feast on the vision of my undulating hips, shapely legs, and ultra-high heels. I reached the door, unlocked and opened it, then turned back to face my lover-to-be. I pressed close to him once more, flashed him a wide-eyed, pouting smile, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He took the cue instantly, picking me up in his arms and carrying me inside. I closed the door with one dainty thrust of my foot as we went by, then directed Ken with a glance toward the bedroom.

We arrived, and I motioned with my legs to put me down. I paced regally across the room to the stereo and popped in a cassette. It happened to be a tape Krystal had used to teach me how to move my body with feminine grace. The first song was "Obsession" by Animotion, and I adapted my familiar routine into an erotic strip-tease. I danced back to Ken, keeping pace with the rhythm, until I was directly in front of him. I abruptly thrust both arms forward, catching him on the chest and pushing him backward onto the bed. I then put on my show for him, rolling my shoulders, jiggling my boobs, undulating my hips, moving up and down, all in tempo with the music and never once taking my eyes off his.

The combination of feline grace and animal intensity had a narcotic effect on him. his eyes were transfixed on me; he couldn't have shifted his gaze if he tried. His breathing became rapid and shallow, just as Krystal's did, and his massive erection threatened to rip right through the fabric of his slacks. I toyed with him the entire length of the song; since it was the extended club mix version, this was a good seven minutes. By the time it ended, I had peeled off my dress and nothing else.

One of the things that Krystal had taught me was that the sight of a gorgeous blond in corset, stockings, and high heels was a more powerful aphrodisiac than the same woman naked. My own love pole was still safely tucked out of sight inside my black lace panties. I was not going to reveal my surprise just yet; this was my game, and we would play it by my rules. Besides, he had enough to look at already, with my full, rounded hips, tiny waist, and bare, heaving titties.

I slid forward on top of him and kissed him, warmly at first, then with rising intensity, until I was attacking his mouth with wild abandon. I was all over him, running my long, graceful fingers through his hair, rubbing my boobs against his chest, grinding my pelvis against his raging hard-on. He, in turn, ran his hands all over my backside, from the bare flesh of my shoulders down over the laced confinement of my corset, across the broad expanse of my plush buttocks, and along the smooth, supple length of my stockinged legs. I completely dominated him, stripping off all of his clothes as I inflamed him, yet not allowing him to do more than feel my body.

When I had him naked, with his incredible cock thrusting straight up from his sopping-wet crotch, I smoothly ran my hands along each of his arms and legs, deftly confining each wrist and ankle with the cuffs attached to the corners of the bed. By this time he was too far gone to offer any resistance. Now that he was safely secured, I closed in for the kill. I propped his head up with a big, fluffy pillow (so he could watch the action), then slid down until my face was level with his crotch. I went down on him, taking all of his huge rod into my mouth. I alternately sucked, licked, and nibbled his cock and balls, just as Krystal had taught me. At the same time, I raked the flesh of his chest, abdomen, and thighs with my long fingernails, countering his pleasure with just the right amount of tension.

After many minutes of this assault, I could tell he was right on the brink of orgasm. I firmly squeezed the base of his prick to prevent his explosion. After he had cooled a bit, I released him and climbed off the bed. I positioned myself so that I was standing right next to his upturned face. I gave him a wanton look of desire, lips parted, tongue circling my mouth; then I reached down, hooked my panties with my thumbs, and slowly drew them off. I wish I could have captured the look on my handsome stud's face as my she-male "clit" sprang free. I could tell he was in shock, but he was also too aroused to back off. I had planned it that way. I stifled his feeble protests with one perfectly-manicured fingertip placed to his lips, followed by a gentle kiss.

I climbed back on the bed and positioned my love nest over his spit-slick prong. Keeping my eyes fixed firmly on his, I lowered myself, impaling my 'pussy' on his massive fuck-pole. I grasped him firmly with my sphincter muscle and humped him for all I was worth, riding up and down on his piston like a locomotive gone mad. By now, Ken was completely out of his mind with passion. The sensations of being wildly fucked by a gorgeous blond had driven all thought of my gender from his conciousness. It wasn't long before he cried out and erupted inside of me, filling me up with his hot, creamy cum. I kept on pumping him, knowing from my own experiences that this was when his cock was the most sensitive. He bucked and spasmed wildly beneath me, thrashing his head from side to side.

As he started to shrink, I allowed him to slip out of me. I climbed off him, took him in my mouth, and sucked his prick clean. By this time, his cum had started to ooze out of me; I scooped up a generous glob with my index finger and, while he watched, sucked it slowly, sensually into my mouth. Then I stretched forward, covering the length of his body with my own, until we were face-to-face once again. I held his head in my hands and gave him a searing, cum-filled kiss.