Transformation Ch. 04

Pinned to the bed I couldn't help but open up as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. Kissing me hard I felt his cock bury itself and suddenly begin to jerk inside me. I had thought the orgasms I had from Tiffany were unbelievable but, phffft, this one made everything else pale in comparison. The feeling of him shooting inside me, his hot cum splashing against the inner walls of my pussy set off a supernova inside me. I would love to describe just how intense and mind blowing it was but I can't. The orgasm set off by his cum shooting inside as soon as it exploded, I blacked out. Tiffany later told me how I seemed like a woman possessed, clutching and grasping at the sheets, my body bucking up and down with my legs wrapped around Mike refusing to let him go. She said the scream that I let out was ear splitting and it wasn't until she planted her pussy right on my mouth that I stopped. It wasn't until a good couple of minutes had passed that I finally released Mike and was left just a pile of quivering mush. I apparently curled into a ball and had tears streaming from my face before I passed out. I also had a massive smile plastered to my face.

The sun was up when my eyes finally fluttered open. My first thought was this whole massive orgasm and passing out thing needed to stop, I was obviously missing out on some fun. My second thought which quickly became my priority was an overwhelming need to pee. Bolting to the bathroom I took care of my immediate needs before heading out to find Tiffany or Mike. Reaching the kitchen I heard Tiffany on the phone, "Ok doctor I will have her there around 11. Everything has been fine and she seems to be adjusting well. I will let you know if she's going to need me for longer than the two weeks. Ok Doc she's awake so I've got to run. Bye."

"So where is it you have to have to have me by 11," I asked. I was trying not to be crappy as I hate people making decisions for me but it sounded like she was talking to Dr. Jameson so I needed to give her the benefit of the doubt. I can tend to be short with people and I know it's one of my less redeeming qualities.

"Dr. Jameson set you up an appointment today with Dr. Hanson the gender reassignment specialist. I was thinking if you wanted to we could see about getting you a car after the appointment," Tiffany said, "I can tell you don't like having to depend on other people and a car would lessen that."

"Tiffany, "I said "again, thank you. You've been a far better friend to me than I could have asked for and I hope last night wasn't too uncomfortable for you. I really do appreciate you being there."

"I'll be honest with you, "she said, "it was a little weird at first but watching you fuck Mike is probably the hottest thing I will ever see. Now go get in the shower. The 'doctors office is across town." Heading down the hall I actually had to remind myself which bedroom to go into. I truly didn't mind waking up in Tiffany's bed but my stuff was in the other room. I grabbed a quick shower and was putting on my new body lotion when Tiffany walked in. "I was thinking about something," Tiffany said as she started going through the boxes of as of yet not put away clothes, "I don't think we should worry that text until we know we have something to worry about."

I couldn't help but laugh as my personal philosophy has always been I will worry about the things I can control and the rest isn't worth my time. "I suppose you're right," I said, "until there is something concrete I'm not going to stress on it. You're joking right?" This last comment was directed at the outfit Tiffany had just handed me. "There is no way in hell I am wearing that," I said, "what happened to jeans until I get some sun?" A skirt, she handed me a fucking skirt and not a particularly long one at that.

"I changed my mind," she said, "and besides I want to test a theory on something."

"Fine," I replied and started putting on the outfit she had picked. I was ok with the matching black bra and thong but the grey skirt barely came halfway down my thighs and she kept undoing buttons on the red top. Pulling me in front of the mirror I was pleasantly surprised at my reflection. She reached up and undid another button exposing my bra and as much cleavage as possible, I liked the look. Ok, so I like the slut look. I used to enjoy seeing it so I guess that makes sense. Taking the shoes, which were some sandal looking thing Tiffany called wedges that to me looked like teetering death traps, I strapped them on and stood up. I was fully expecting to pitch over and land on my face but that didn't happen. I was fine; I was wearing a high heeled sandal and walking like I had been doing this for years. Add this to the list of bizarre occurrences. Grabbing my phone I discovered that I didn't have any place to put it. There was a tiny pocket I could stick my ID and bank card but nowhere for a phone. "Tiffany," I asked, "where the hell do I put this and what was your theory?"

"Is it on vibrate," she asked? It took me a second to make the change but once it was done she took the phone and proceeded to stick on the inside of my bra. She only laughed at the incredulous look I gave her. "Don't laugh," she said, "women have been doing that for centuries. Welcome to the club. As to my theory I was wondering how you would react to the shoes. I'm betting I could put you in spiked high heels and you would be fine." Ready to go with my new boob phone we headed to Dr. Hanson's office.

Her office was in downtown Phoenix but traffic was pretty light so we made good time. Dropping me off Tiffany said she was going to get a new cell phone and she would text me once she did. We weren't sure how long my appointment was going to be so I said I would call her when I was done. Walking through the lobby I noticed as several guys stopped what they were doing to watch me walk past. Talk about an awesome ego boost. Reaching the elevators I headed for the 20th floor. I was sorely tempted to pretend to tie my shoe, doing the whole straight leg bending at the waist bit, while waiting for the elevators but I decided against it. For now.

The waiting room was pretty typical for a shrink's receptionist, neutral relaxing colors, and a few basic chairs. After giving my name to the receptionist I picked a chair to wait. I had been sitting for a few seconds when it dawned on me I was sitting like a guy and quickly adjusted. Some things it seems I didn't have the hang of just yet. A few minutes later the office door opened and an incredibly beautiful redhead came out. "Sara," she said, "I'm Dr. Hanson but please call me Michelle. Kim you can go home if you want. We don't have anyone else scheduled for today." Kim seemed surprised but quickly gathered her stuff and headed off.

"Right this way please," Michelle said. Following her into her office I was captivated by the woman in front of me. She had on tight black pants with a dark green top that really made her hair stand out. "Have a seat," she said. The chairs were pretty comfortable leather chairs and I was able to remember my legs this time. Glancing around the office it seemed pretty typical with diplomas on the walls, an old fashioned 'psychiatrists couch, and a big wooden desk. The big open blinds gave an excellent view of downtown Phoenix. "So Sara," Michelle said, "Dr. Jameson gave me a rundown on your situation and I must say I have never heard of anything like it. I have several patients who would give anything for a complete change like you've had. How are you adapting?"

"Surprisingly well," I said, "Tiffany and her brother have been incredibly helpful."

"Tiffany being Nurse Brown, Dr. Jameson's assistant," she asked?

"I didn't know her last name was Brown but yes," I said.

"And no thoughts of suicide or possibly hurting yourself or others," she asked?

"What, no," I said, "why would I think that?"

"Occasionally," she said, "men who have transitioned into women become resentful over the loss of their penis and lash out at the people around them or hurt themselves. In their minds the penis represents power and that loss of power can be hard to adapt to. You do have to admit that when you had a woman on her knees sucking your cock or you had her bent over fucking her from behind you felt in control and powerful. I've developed a technique albeit somewhat experimental and controversial to help deal with the loss."

"Well, yes it did," I said. I really hadn't given it much thought but yes I did feel powerful doing that but I now knew that it was a joke. The woman had the power in a blowjob.

Standing up Michelle walked over to me and held out her hand to help me stand. "I can help you Sara," she said, "I can help you get over your loss. Will you let me help you?" She seemed so sincere that saying no felt like I would be telling her that her puppy was dead. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but sure, what the hell why not.

"Yes Michelle," I said, "what is this technique of yours?" Her smile both lit up the room and seemed slightly predatory.

"This technique involves both role-playing and a replacement therapy," she said walking to her desk. She pulled something from the lower drawer and pulled out a big cloth bag. "What was your name before," she asked?

"Rick," I said, "Rick Riley."

She walked over to me with the bag in hand and dropping to her knees she unzipped my skirt and pulled it down also removing my shoes. "Did you have a big cock, Rick," she asked in what only could be considered a purr.

"I never had any complaints," I said. It wasn't a lie. I had probably been about the same size as Mike and I certainly wasn't complaining about his cock. Reaching up she pulled down my thong and then opened the mystery bag. I was surprised by the strap on harness she pulled out and just stood there somewhat stunned as she placed it on me. As she adjusted the straps I felt her push a 4 or 5 inch lubricated plug into my pussy. There must have been something in the lube because it immediately began to tingle. Looking down I couldn't help but laugh at the large purple cock sticking out in front of me. Well this was something I certainly knew how to do.

"Rick," she said as she began stroking my fake cock, "are you sure? I've never sucked a cock before. It's so big." Instantly I knew the game we were playing. She would 'empower' me by giving me my cock back and in return she would get a hard fuck from someone who is supposed to be angry. I knew her plan; the only problem is it didn't work with the plan in my head. I don't know what kind of lube was on that plug but every little stroke or shift of her hand felt amazing in my pussy.

"Yes baby," I said, "just take your time." Reaching down I gently guided her head to my cock. Wrapping her hands around my cock, she took the just tip into her mouth. The warm heat of her mouth felt incredible as she took my cock deeper and deeper, her head bobbing up and down. Fuck she has a talented mouth. Wait, what the fuck, warm heat? How was I feeling this? I know what a blowjob feels like and fuck if this doesn't feel like it.

Reaching down I wrapped my fingers into Michelle's hair and began to thrust my hips forcing myself deeper into her mouth. "You like that Michelle," I said, "you like my hard cock in your mouth?" I could hear her muffled response around my cock but more importantly I could feel the vibrations along my shaft and in my pussy. This was probably the weirdest of the weird things that happened to me lately but damn if it didn't feel good. Looking down I saw that despite what I was feeling it was still the same purple toy sticking out. Well fuck I might as well enjoy this while it lasts. Reaching down I brought Michelle to her feet and began to gently kiss her. As my tongue probed her mouth I noticed a slight plastic taste which just made this more interesting.

"Rick," Michelle said, "did I do good, your cock was so yummy."

"Yes baby," I said placing small kisses along her neck, "that was amazing." Unbuttoning her top I slipped it off her shoulders and kissed and bit along her pale skin. The light pink nipples topping small breasts were puckered and brought moans as my fingers lightly played with them. Kissing slowly down her neck I took her ass into hands as I wrapped my lips around the small pink bud. Biting and sucking her nipples brought progressively louder moans. As I continued to bite and nibble, her hand slowly stroked my fake cock sending shivers through my body. From all the stimulation I knew my orgasm wasn't far off and from the sounds of Michelle's breathing neither was hers.

As we both raced towards our peaks we each seemed determined to bring the other off first. Michelle's hand was flying up and down my cock as my fingers twisted and rubbed her sensitive nipples. I won but Michelle later accused me of cheating. I was kissing her neck with her body pressed hard against mine when Tiffany messaged me with her new number. I had completely forgotten about the cell phone in my bra but it was resting directly against her nipple when the vibrations started. A strangled gasp was all she could manage before her orgasm overtook her but I was only a few moments behind. All of the stimulation may have been coming from the cock but my orgasm hit just where I was hoping it would. As the sensations raced through my body I could feel my pussy clutching to the plug, spasming around it. It was nowhere as intense or long as my others but no less pleasurable.

"Oh fuck Sara," Michelle said, "I mean Rick that was good." I smiled at her slip up. Walking to the couch Michelle shimmied off her black pants and knelt on all fours before looking over her shoulder at me. "Rick baby, please come fuck me," she said running her fingers through wet pussy, "Look how wet I am." Her little slip up may have been unintended but by the time I was done I wanted to hear her calling my name. I knew why she was kneeling like this; if she didn't have to look at me it helped her maintain the illusion. I quickly removed my blouse and bra before stepping behind her. I set my phone on the small table next to the couch so it wouldn't get stepped on and another reason you shall soon discover.

Moving behind Michelle I ran my cock across the lips of her pussy and down across her clit. I teased her for a bit before she reached down and grabbed my cock guiding it inside her. We both moaned as I sank my cock to the hilt. She was so tight and hot if I had still been a guy I would have been worried about cumming too quickly. Grasping her hips I began to slowly thrust in and out of her, it felt amazing but I was in no hurry. I kept up this methodical pace wanting to frustrate her, knowing she wanted me to pound into her. She tried several times to get me to speed up but to no avail. I could tell I was really getting to her when she started bucking back against me. "Please Rick," she said whimpering, "please fuck me. Stop teasing me."

An evil grin crept onto my face as I reached up and grabbed her hair, yanking back as I began to pound into her. Her scream was as much out of surprise of having her hair jerked back as to the sudden pounding of her pussy. I slammed into her for about 30 seconds before releasing her hair and coming to a sudden stop. Her moaning filled the room as I pushed her down onto her stomach pressing her into the couch. Taking her hands I held them above her head and began to slowly stroke in and out enjoying the feeling of her pussy clutching my cock.

"Michelle," I said continuing to slowly fuck her, "there is a flaw with your theory. We both know that the woman really has the power. It never occurred to you that I don't miss having a cock, that maybe I'm already enjoying this body of mine." Pulling out I rolled her onto her back and slid back into her. Ok maybe a small fib, at this exact moment deep inside her pussy I was really enjoying having a cock again. Forcing her legs up onto my hips I reached over hitting the button on my phone to call Tiffany and started slamming into Michelle.

"Oh fuck Sara," Michelle cried out, "don't stop." Keeping up my hard pace I was covered in sweat but had no intention of slowing, this just felt too good. Grabbing my breasts Michelle started driving me crazy by sucking on one then the other, pulling on my hoops, and sometimes sucking them both. My nipples are definitely a hot spot for me as having them played with pushes me right to the edge. I knew we could both cum like this but I wanted something extra. Looking around the room it took me a second but I found what I wanted.

Climbing off of Michelle I grabbed her hand and taking her across the office I pushed her against the big window. The window blinds had been pulled back this entire time but now she was exposed to the world 20 floors up. As I stepped behind her I heard the door click and glancing over my shoulder saw Tiffany enter the room carrying a small bag. Her eyes widened at the scene but she didn't look upset. Turning my attention back to Michelle I slowly pushed into her, relishing the feeling and the scene in front of me. The summer sun was streaming through the un-tinted window meaning anyone in nearby buildings could see us.

Reaching up I grabbed her nipples as I began to slide in and of her with hard steady strokes. "Do you like this Dr. Hanson," I said watching her flinch as I used her title, "Do you like getting fucked like this? On display for anyone to see." At the mention of how many people could actually see us I felt her pussy flood. "Do you like being watched Michelle," I asked, "Do you like people watching you stuffed full of cock?" I could feel my own orgasm building once again so I knew she had to be close and I knew this one would be big.

"Yes," Michelle moaned, "God I love being watched." Her head was hanging down between her arms, her hands plastered to the glass. It was at this moment that Tiffany decided to make her presence known. I felt her run her fingers across my back and around reaching down between Michelle and I to sink her finger into Michelle's ass. Slipping her other hand around to Michelle's front I felt Tiffany begin to rub her clit. This sudden introduction was more than enough to cause her orgasm to hit, her juices flowing hard around my cock.

"OH GOD YES SARA" Michelle screamed. Reaching out I grabbed her breasts pinching hard onto her nipples as I felt her pussy begin to contact around me. After a few more strokes I felt my own orgasm wash over me, our cries of pleasure filling the room. Burying myself inside Michelle I moved us both forward pushing her body flat against the glass. I held us there enjoying the sheer pleasure running through my body, my pussy clutching at the plug as my own juices flowed around it. Finally extracting myself Tiffany and I helped Michelle to the couch, laying her down.

I was a bit surprised when Tiffany bent down and ran her tongue along the shaft of the dildo. I'm not sure she saw the shutter that passed through my body but it felt amazing. "She's quite tasty," Tiffany said, "and you seem rather adept with that toy but I guess that shouldn't be a surprise. I managed a weak smile and started unstrapping the toy. Tiffany quickly came over and started helping me. "You know that phone call was very evil," she said, "I was driving and nearly ran off the road. What's this?" Apparently she noticed the plug that was coming out because I suddenly felt it being thrust back inside me.

I hadn't been expecting it and my knees buckled under me causing me to collapse onto the couch next to Michelle who quickly moved to straddle my face. I could feel her small tuft of red hair on my chin as I drove my tongue into her. I moaned into her as I felt the plug slowly being removed only to be replaced my Michelle's tongue. Ahh yes my first 69 as a woman and I definitely had no complaints. I could feel Michelle using her fingers to spread me open before thrusting her tongue inside me. Her technique was different from Tiffany but no less enjoyable. I began dragging my tongue across her clit before shoving it as deep as I could into her. Fuck her pussy tasted so good, I couldn't help but latch myself onto her and lick and suck the juices from her earlier orgasm. I let myself get lost in what I was doing she tasted so good. When I felt Michelle pull my legs back I thought it was to give her better access, apparently I was wrong.