Stalking Chelsea

Chelsea quickly came over and hugged my face into her bosom saying, "There, there, Barbie, everything is going to be alright. I'm here and we will get you on your feet and I promise that you are going to just love your new femininity."

"Here I know how to snap you out of this funk. Come on, you and I can have a shower together. Wouldn't you like that?" she asked looking down into my face, which was almost entirely, surrounded with her wonderful boobs.

"Thower?" I repeated with a hopeful sounding lilt to my voice.

"I think it is going to take you some time to get used to the hormones sweetie, so yes, I am giving you a treat. Come on, back to your bathroom," she urged while helping pull me onto my feet.

Chelsea had me sit on the dressing table's stool as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and then asked, "Barbie, would you undo my bra for me?" as she backed towards me.

This was a dream come true for me. My small hands were trembling as I reached out and as gently as I could, began unclasping the hooks on her pretty bra. It took me quite a while, because my hands were not as strong as they used to be and seemed clumsier than before I was changed.

"Taking your time and enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she teased as I finally unclasped the last and hardest hook.

Her bra nearly leapt from my hands as the elastic force was released. I was proud of myself for being able to hang on to it though.

Chelsea took the bra from me, but asked, "You didn't want to keep it did you? After all, you have plenty of your own now. However if you want it, I think I can spare this one for my new girlfriend."

I didn't know what to say. I felt certain that the bra I had bought from her, was now long gone, along with all of my other things, so I decided that I did want it, "Can I hath it? Pwease?"

Chelsea giggled at me and replied, "Sure, that one is yours now. You can put it under your pillow after we finish."

"How'd you knowth?" I asked realizing that she obviously knew where I had kept her other bra.

"I supervised the sale of your things. I know everything about your previous life and about your future life," she affirmed.

By now, I had placed the bra on the makeup table and Chelsea asked, "Now, did you want to pull my panties off, or should I do it?"

"YETH," I quickly replied, reaching for her lacy pink panties. I snatched the waistband and with trembling hands slowly drew them down, past her inviting cleft, and then down as far as I could take them, which was about, to her knees. My huge boobies stopped me from leaning any farther forward.

"I sometimes have that same problem myself dear. Don't worry, I can shimmy out of them the rest of the way on my own."

My cheeks felt as if they were on fire. My breath was coming in short gasping breaths, and it felt as if I had wet my panties.

"Ooh, I am so glad that you still find my body so stimulating Barbie. Your nipples are rock hard and your panties are sopping wet. If you stand up and grab onto the towel bar, with your legs slightly spread, I'll get those drenched, lacy, pink panties off your sexy butt," Chelsea declared as she helped me to my feet and pulled my panties down. (God, it's still strange for me to write about 'my panties.')

I felt my natural lubrication literally oozing down my leg and my knees were shaking so badly that I thought I would fall down and embarrass myself.

"Hmm... maybe a shower wasn't that good an idea after all. Here, sit back down for a moment," she sat me on the makeup table's stool. She then went to the nearby Jacuzzi tub and started running water to fill it.

"This way I won't have to worry about you falling down, and anyway a bath should relax you more," she smiled supportively and began pouring fragrant lilac bath oils into the running water, "and make you smell deliciously in the bargain."

I sat there totally stunned. I had been surgically altered into a woman, given massive string implants, and now I was going to share a bubble bath with the woman of my years long obsession. I wasn't sure if it was a dream come true or an unbelievable nightmare.

It wasn't long and the tub was ready for us.

Chelsea helped me to my feet, sat me on the tub edge, and swung my legs into the warm soapy water, "There, scoot your butt into the water, and I'll meet you in the middle."

The first shock I received was the warm water on my new pussy, the second was my giant tits floating in the deep bathtub.

"How's that feel? Your boobs floating, soft skin all wet and slippery, and big soft butt being caressed by the lilac oils, does it feel nice?" Chelsea was moving closer to me while she asked.

"Sthrange... nithe... yeth, I wike it," I agreed, just beginning to relax.

Chelsea brought her boobies over and squished them into mine, while her hands slipped up underneath my boobies and began to lightly stroke them.

My big nipples went from almost relaxed to clinched up so hard it felt like diamond points way out away from my chest.

"I just love boobies, don't you?" Chelsea crooned, as she increased her attentions to my tits.

"Oooh," was the only reply I could muster.

"I have a pair over here that you could be groping, unless you are still a bit too shy for that," she urged.

I was more than happy to oblige her, I wasn't sure that she would welcome it until she asked. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate though, Chelsea, really knows how to stimulate huge boobies!

My leg was quivering and I was biting my lips so hard I was afraid they would start bleeding. My little hands were trying their best to mimic what Chelsea was doing to me, but were falling short of that lofty goal. Occasionally she would do something that locked all of my muscles up in ecstasy and it took several seconds to be able to continue my stroking and caressing. I was almost getting as much satisfaction by the feel of Chelsea's beautiful breasts, but the alien feeling of my own breasts being stimulated was all-pervasive.

I was biting my lip and whimpering in no time. I didn't know or care where I was or what was happening, I just wanted it to keep happening.

"It's okay Barbie, just let yourself go. Allow yourself to orgasm. I want you to orgasm really hard. Can you do that for me baby?" she asked while one of her hands had made its way down to my vulva. She started to delicately diddle my molten slit, working my new sexual equipment as a concert violinist plays a Stradivarius.

My eyes rolled up into my head. My toes clenched so tightly that I thought a bone might break, and my back arched so hard my head banged on the rim of the bathtub, with my legs as rigid as steel girders.

I screamed, "Uhgnooof!" in my glass shatteringly high voice.

"That was so much fun!" Chelsea declared. "I like making you come like that! They told me that they had trained your body to respond like a sex- starved nymphomaniac's. I bet I can make you orgasm again almost right away!"

I whimpered weakly in fear that she was right, as well as in submission to her desires.

"I know! Barbie, I want you to diddle yourself to another orgasm right away. You will do that for me, won't you?"

I whimpered again, but knew that my situation was hopeless without her good will, so I started playing with the alien equipment, which had been forced upon me.

I'd started panting and humping my hand, faster and faster.

"Ooh, little Barbie likes that. The doctors wanted to try an experiment so I authorized it. The reason you speak with a lisp is that they had to make your tongue smaller. It will take a while for you to get used to it. It's a little less flexible than you are used to, but it still does its normal job. Isn't that, great?" Chelsea gushed.

I couldn't answer since I was beginning my second orgasm since entering the bathtub.

"I like the idea that you will enjoy being my sex slave. Whew, that looked like a good one," she stated while she leaned over my nearly sunken face and kissed my big soft lips.

"Mmmm hmm," I moaned in reply.

"Okay now, will you do my pussy with your sweet tongue?" Chelsea asked, looking me deeply in the eyes.

"Yeth, thure," I replied. Before I had been altered that would have been a fantasy beyond belief, to be able to lick Chelsea to orgasm, now I wasn't quite as sure. I guess I want to... especially because I still love the way she looks and her wonderful breasts.

Chelsea presented her beautiful vulva up for my ministrations and we soon discovered that about the only way I could do it was to have her sit on my boobies. God, that feels great.

Chelsea started stroking and twiddling her nipples while I dived in for the Promised Land.

"Ooh, your lips and tongue are nice... Oh baby..." she coached while I tried my best to satisfy her. Her moans and actions were telling me how well I was doing. I found that if I concentrated on solely licking her clit, she wouldn't enjoy it as much as if I would graze by it occasionally.

"That's it Barbie... oh... ooh... good... uh," she was twitching from time to time, squishing my boobies, which she would reach down to caress from time to time.

Right then I remembered something I had read once about spelling out the alphabet on a woman's pussy, letter after letter. I tried this technique and found that she responded to it quite well.

I began to orgasm again, eyes rolling, legs stiffening, toes clenching, but I tried to keep up my rhythm for Chelsea while I effectively screamed out my orgasm into her vagina. Chelsea sure knows how to work boobies, and I hadn't fully lost my sexual high, so it was easier to push me over the orgasm precipice.

She seemed to find that a turn-on, so when I went right back with 'n' she seemed to be nearing her own ecstasy, "Oh! Faster Barbie... Harder... Oh god... Oh God... OH God... OH GOD!" she screamed out as she flooded my face with her orgasmic juices.

When she recovered her breath she declared, "Barbie, you are a good cunnilinctrice. I can hardly imagine how good you will be once you get more practice. I love it when you orgasm while eating me. It's such a turn on knowing you're enjoying yourself while you tongue fuck me!"

"I lovfth eating you, Thelsea!" I declared.

"We are going to have such fun together Barbie. Let's you and I finish our bath and I can go get you dressed, shall we?" she suggested, rubbing my head of long platinum blonde hair.

"Thure," I agreed, as she began to use a washcloth over my boobies.

When we had gotten each other cleaned up, Chelsea stood up, (Her boobs swung so sexily.) reached out for a big fluffy towel she wrapped around herself, and then helped me to my feet and wrapped a towel around me just like hers. She grabbed another towel for her hair and one for mine, which she wrapped around her and my heads like turbans, and we stepped out of the bathtub together. (Yes, she had to help me keep from falling.)

Chelsea blow dried our hair, splashed body moisturizer all over our bodies, and worked lotion into our boobies. (That was sooo much fun!)

"Whyth tha lothtion?" I asked, being new to the rituals of femininity.

"Well sweet Barbie, since we both have string implants, our boobs are still growing so we need to keep the skin moist and supple to reduce the stretch marks and keep our skin soft. You are going to have to learn an awful lot of ways to stay beautiful, which men never have to think about. You are in a special situation, which no man will ever understand fully. You have to start doing all the things other women do. You will even have to learn to deal with your menstrual cycle," she giggled brightly as she thought of the poetic justice of a man finally having to endure a period.

"Menths-thrugh-ate-thion?" I squeaked.

"Aw, but just think Barbie, you will still get to orgasm. A good vibrator guarantees that and I have some special ones for you, so even when I won't be available, I'll make sure you have plenty of opportunities to cum as often as you can. I have lots of friends who would love to help you with your needs," she brightly assured me, as she began to put makeup on my face, which shocked the hell out of me, but I submitted to without complaint.

"You really don't need makeup, but I still want you to wear some. The medical students knew that you might not be willing to wear makeup, or would forget to put it on, or maybe you might not be adept at applying it, so they had makeup tattooed on your face. Wasn't that thoughtful of them?" she inquired, obviously meaning what she had said.

"Yeth..." I replied, only because she was making such an effort to make me feel as if what was done to me was a good thing. I knew that she has a big heart and wanted me to enjoy what I had gotten myself into.

"I'm glad you like it. I am somewhat envious of one thing they did for you though. The ladies didn't want you to be anything but soft and cuddly, so they had all of the hair on your body lasered off you. Everything but the hair on top of your head and your eyebrows... well some of your eyebrows that is. You only have the high arched little eyebrows that fashionable ladies have," she smiled at me and stroked my smooth hairless leg to emphasize what she had said.

"Tho, I can'th be anything buth beautiful?" I tried to ascertain.

"Yes, even in bed after you have slept all night, after hours of wild sex, you will always be a beauty," she squeezed my cheeks, making my lips pucker and then applied a bright pink lipstick to them.

"Okay now go like this..." she told me, as she pinched her lips together, rocking them to even out the lipstick, "good that will do for now. We can apply over-gloss some other time. We're only going to be hanging around the house today, getting to know each other so you won't need it."

"Whuth over-gloth?" I queried in my ignorance.

"It's lipstick that goes over the lipstick I just put on you, to make your lips look glossy and wet. They will look very kissable," she smiled, enjoying her role as mentor.

"You stay here and hang onto the bathroom counter and I'll go get your lingerie," she patted me on my naked butt, which seems simply huge to me since I woke up.

I just had to look at myself in the mirror finally. I was trying to avoid it, knowing just what I might see when I looked. I was staring at a short girl with platinum blonde hair, big eyes, oval face, slightly cleft chin, tall forehead, small cute nose, large plump pink lips on a wide mouth, and little ears, which when I looked closer I discovered were pierced. The shocking thing was that I looked strangely similar to Chelsea, in a familial way. My teeth even looked different and now I even have green eyes too.

The more I looked, the more I wanted to fuck me. Damn I'm hot.

"Oh, I forgot that you hadn't seen yourself yet Barbie. Is she hot enough for you?" Chelsea asked with a teasing lilt to her soft voice.

"Sheth awthum!" I panted, barely recognizing that her lips, (The hottie in the mirror's.) move in time to my words.

"You bet she is, and check out this fine ass here," Chelsea remarked as she help me stand, while turning me nearly around so I could see my butt. She stroked my ass gently so that I knew the butt I was seeing was my own heart- shaped womanly ass.

My knees went weak and Chelsea could only moderate my express trip to the tile floor. I nearly pulled her to the floor with me.

"What's the matter? Don't get all weird on me girl. Why did you drop to the floor?" she inquired, partly annoyed, partly concerned.

"I doth know. My kneeth went wobbly," I admitted, just as surprised as she was.

Chelsea giggled at me, "You're silly girl. It sounds like you have the hots for yourself. A girl's knees usually go wobbly when she is with someone who really turns her on."

"I muth sthay away from mirrors then," I surmised, trying desperately to get back to my feet on my own.

Chelsea grabbed my little hand and easily yanked me back onto my feet.

"Thorry, I'm tho weak thince I woke up," I admitted, blushingly.

"I don't doubt it Barbie. You were kept unconscious for over a year while they worked on you. Your little muscles have atrophied and you are much smaller than you used to be."

"Now that you are back on your feet, hold onto the countertop and lift up one of your feet so I can slip your panties on you," Chelsea directed, as she stooped over and slipped a pair of pale-pink, satin, French-cut panties onto my leg.

She didn't have to tell me what my next move should be. I lifted the other foot all on my own. I couldn't help but shiver all over when she slipped them up my legs and over my hips. The cool fabric of the panties hugged my vulva like nothing I had ever experienced before and it was making me pant.

"Sexy lingerie is so stimulating, don't you think?" she teased as she spun me towards the mirror again.

She reached around behind me and passed one end of the bra straps to her other hand across the front of me, "Slip your arms through the straps so I can help you with your bra."

'Oh my god! I'm wearing a bra!' I thought to myself, but kept my cool and was able to help her shrug the bra up my arms while she fastened all five hooks on the back of the band.

Chelsea expertly adjusted all of the straps in mere moments.

I looked into the mirror and saw my huge boobies ensconced in pink, lacy satin with a pink satin triangle between my legs. I was in near shock seeing myself like this.

"Get used to it Barbie. You are going to look like this everyday. I won't have you dressed in anything but sexy lingerie and alluring dresses. You will be pampered and pretty all of the time," she smiled and hugged me from behind, lifting me up from underneath my boobs.

"Oof," was all I could answer until she let me go.

"Sit on the stool and I'll help you with your nylons and garter," she ordered while she picked up the matching garter belt and slipped it up my legs. I pulled my butt up off the seat for a moment so she could continue up to my waist.

"Youth work around youth boobieth real well," I complimented her, watching her bunch the stocking and slide it over my painted toenails.

"Thank you sweetheart. I have had plenty of practice though. You will get better at all of this, soon enough on your own. Until then, either I or one of my friends will help you," she reached mid thigh with the stocking and stopped. She snatched one of the dangly things from the garter, popped it open expertly, and clipped it onto the stocking.

After repeating the process on the other stocking and three dangly things, she had me stand back up. (Yes, braced on the countertop again.)

"You are going to have to lean back into the counter top to steady yourself for what we are doing next dear," she helped me around and leaned me precariously up against the counter, "Now stick your arms up into the air..."

After I complied, she dropped a light pink shimmering silk slip over me. I shivered all over as the spaghetti straps nestled onto my shoulders. I couldn't help but run my hands lightly over the slip, up and down my flanks. It feels so... so... cool and slick and the gossamer look of it was a real thrill.

"Nice, huh?" she asked, smoothing and stroking the slip over my body.

"Oh yeath," I agreed.

"Now we need to slip your dress on," she declared and I found myself, arms over my head and being sheathed in a little, black, silk, fuck-me dress, which hugged every curve, swell, and jiggle of my body.

Chelsea zipped up the invisible black zipper in the back and it looked as if the dress was painted on me.

"Now, Barbie, would you try to stand up away from the counter, on your own for me? Don't worry, I'll catch you before you can fall," Chelsea asked, while she positioned herself for a quick catch if I couldn't manage.

"Here gothes nuthin..." I announced and pushed off from the counter. I wobbled a bit and I had to lean back, but I actually did it.