The Neighbor                    by: Kristen Satin

 

CHAPTER IV

My awakening to the new world of hidden femininity, and the discovery of my truest desire to be feminine, was something wonderful and exciting to me. When I awoke the next morning, cuddled in soft, luxuriant, satin sheets, between Jennifer and Melissa, I felt like a woman, having just lost my virginity; I knew that life for me would never be the same. The feeling was something beyond description as I lay there quietly listening to both of my new lesbian lovers’ breathe; feeling the warmth of their bodies as we lay together in erotic slumber on Melissa’s bed. The beauty that these two very special women possessed was beyond description. Was this lust or love I was feeling, or was this just a pure desire to discover all there was to being a girl? I lay there quietly, contemplating what my future was, and how would these two goddesses fit into my life as Kristen.

Melissa was the first to stir. Softly kissing me on the cheek, she began caressing my thigh with her long, slender fingers. Quietly, she whispered, "Kristen, let’s take a shower together, but try not to wake up Jennifer." "She likes sleeping late, and she is not a morning person." Taking my hand in her soft, feminine hand, Melissa gently tugged at me pulling me to my feet. As I arose from the bed, I could feel the remnants of Melissa’s love seed trickling down my leg. I felt like a woman who had made love and was experiencing the same wonderful feeling a woman has as her lover’s nectar escapes from deep within her from their romantic union.

I followed Melissa to the bathroom, watching her silky, delicate bottom swaying in her wrinkled, cum stained nightgown. Without any panties under her nightgown, her delicate ass looked so inviting. I reached out and began to squeeze it, allowing my index finger to slip into her crack. She gasped and leaned back into me, pressing her soft derriere into my now growing erection. I reached around her front with my other hand and found her breasts. Delicately, I squeezed her nipple, and felt it begin to rise and harden under her awakened sexual excitement. I began kissing her neck from behind as she continued pushing back against my now throbbing love pole. The passion of our desires once again ignited as Melissa slowly turned around and began kissing me in total erotic abandon, thrusting her tongue deep in my mouth, and grasping my erection in her hands as we kissed.

Melissa hopped up on the countertop in the bathroom, facing me, she wrapped her silken legs around me, drawing me in closer to her, saying, "make love to me again Kristen." I could feel the heat of her erection, as it pressed against my stomach, as we once again melted our bodies together in a passionate French kiss. Melissa rolled back slightly and scooted her ass forward pressing the entrance to her bottom against the head of my throbbing desire. She was already well lubricated from our lustful night of lovemaking. I gently began to ease myself into her, feeling the warmth of her, surrounding the head of my cock. She gasped as the head penetrated her, her first ring of resistance gripping me tightly. She relaxed long enough to allow me to slip in deeper and deeper. Her moaning slowly grew louder, as my hardness slipped into her, inch my delicious inch. In a low guttural moan, she began begging me to fuck her harder and faster. She became a woman possessed, begging me to fulfill her craving for cock, writhing and moving to force me totally into her.

Leaning further back against the mirror, she began a rocking motion opposing my hard, deliberate thrusts in and out of her hot pussy. Her legs wrapped around my sides and her ankles locked behind my back allowing no escape, until she as my lover, was satisfied. "Cum in me darling," she begged, as I continued thrusting myself deeper and deeper into her. A tingling began deep within me, signaling the imminent release of my passion for her. She began screaming as she felt the familiar swelling of my organ, as it pulsed, jet after jet of hot nectar, deep within her, in orgasmic ecstasy. I could feel her sphincter tighten, clenching my organ, milking it of it’s hot silken load. Melissa’s orgasm followed immediately, her excited cock erupting between the two of us, flooding the space between our two hot bodies with hot sticky spurts of her clear love juice. We once again locked in a passionate embrace, kissing and holding each other, as the waves of orgasmic bliss washed over us and then subsided into a warm satisfied afterglow.

I slowly opened my eyes, looking in the mirror behind my hot lover, I could see Jennifer standing in the doorway, nightgown pulled up, her fingers damp with her sexual fluids as she finished masturbating, watching our little episode of passion. As her excited whimpers subsided, she spoke in a shaky, quivering voice. "You two are so noisy in the morning," she said with a very sly grin one her face. Immediately, we all burst out laughing, realizing how funny this must have looked, Melissa with her legs almost up on my shoulders, me plunged into Melissa’s bottom, and Jennifer, standing in the doorway, on shaky legs, masturbating, as we made love.

"Let’s shower, and get some breakfast, and hit the mall and do some shopping," Jennifer offered. "We can get some more things for Kristen, such as makeup, shoes, several outfits, and whatever else we decide." We are going to get her ready for a "girls night out."

Our shower became an erotic triangle as we soaped, fondled, and caressed each other, cleansing ourselves of the previous night of lust and love. Melissa carefully trimmed my pubic hair in the shape of a heart, matching her own little furry heart, nestled above her own shemale clit. Stepping from the shower, we dried each other with big fluffy towels, giggling all the while like three young schoolgirls, discovering each other’s nakedness and feminine bodies.

I hurriedly dashed across the hallway, dressed only in a pink satin robe, to gather some clean panties, jeans, a cute top, and sandals, for our little female shopping excursion. I quickly returned to Melissa’s apartment and dressed. Then as I sat down in her dressing area, Melissa began to recreate Kristen, applying makeup, styling my almost shoulder length hair, and fussing over me, trying to create the perfect look. I was thrilled with the results, as was Jennifer, as she stepped into Melissa’s bathroom, carrying in our morning coffee.

"Kristen, you should have been a woman, " Jennifer said. "Your feminine looks are almost as natural as Melissa’s when I first met her." I felt myself blush, as I looked in the mirror and realized what she was saying was so very true. It was if everything I had felt when I was younger was coming to life, and my guilt and embarrassment, was improperly felt. My only concern now was; what would other people who knew me think, when they saw me? I decided not to ruin the day with worry and quickly finished putting my things together and placing my money, credit cards, and ID in a borrowed purse, we stepped out of the apartment and into the next phase of the creation of Kristen.

Our day at the mall was a new adventure in shopping for me. I no longer had the nervousness I had previously felt when I purchased my other feminine clothing. My two girlfriends allowed me to shop with confidence. The salesgirls in many of the stores knew both Jennifer and Melissa. Many were more than eager to assist in making me become beautiful with coordinated makeup to match my colors, and outfits that would best call attention to my somewhat feminine physique. I was quite relieved that my salary at my new job could support this transition, as one purchase after another was tallied up on my new credit card.

My favorite purchase was a slinky black slip dress that stopped short of my knees. To compliment the dress, Melissa had selected a pair of matching open toe pumps, with 3" heels that forced my ass upward and outward as I walked in them. Jennifer giggled as she watched me model them, knowing that I had never really attempted this part of being a woman. I know I looked a bit foolish, wobbling and weaving, trying to look ladylike as I walked. "Sweetie, you will do better with some practice," she said. "Just remember to keep your chin up and act as if you are a total bitch, and with each step, you will turn heads with that cute little tush of yours."

The afternoon drew to a close and we hurriedly returned back home to get ready for our "Girls Night Out." Melissa and I quickly showered and shaved making sure we were baby soft and smooth. Stepping out of the shower, I hurriedly dried myself with a fluffy pink towel and bolted into Melissa’s bedroom to begin dressing.

With excitement, I slipped into black, silky, lace topped, thigh high stockings, fastening the lacey tops with a gorgeous black satin and lace garter belt. Next came the very silky, form fitting, black spandex, strapless bra-slip. Melissa placed a lifelike set of silicon breast forms, with pert, lifelike nipples, into the cups of the bra. They both began to giggle as they noticed the excited bulge that was forming beneath the silky, spandex, confines of my slip.

They both took turns, licking, sucking, and stroking my aroused cock, trying to deflate my excitement, finally accomplishing their task after rewarding me with two earth shattering orgasms. Both girls savored the hot salty juice as I violently erupted in their mouths, acting like two starved women, needing to devour my cream to quench their appetites. We kissed afterwards, sharing my treasure, enjoying the fruits of their labor and my excitement. I finally covered my deflated male organ with a wickedly delicious pair of black satin and lace panties, smoothing and tucking my shrunken maleness flat under the stretchy material of the slimming slip.

I finished touching up my makeup, applying a luscious coating of deep, ruby red, lip gloss to my pouting lips, adding a dark highlight to call attention to my mouth, making it look as if I were begging to be kissed. I carefully coated my new nail extensions with a coat of dark red gloss, closely matching my lip color, while Melissa and Jennifer finished putting themselves together. As I sensuously slipped into my sexy, provocative, slip dress, and my 3 " heels, I realized that I was now Kristen, a woman who was looking for adventure, and whatever else a night out on the town may provide.

Melissa and Jennifer also looked sexy in similar outfits, advertising a raw, erotic sensuality, eager to tease and taunt any man who dared fall into the spell of their beauty. Both were drop dead gorgeous from behind, as I was hypnotized watching the swaying of their hips and tight asses, and their long, slender, stocking clad legs that led all the way to heaven. We looked like three bitches in heat, ready to make men beg for a chance to buy us a drink or even just to dance or talk with us. We walked out of the apartment and into the warm night air, our heels clicking on the pavement as we strode confidently to Jennifer’s car in the lot.

Our destination was a swinging Gay and Lesbian bar called "Wall Street." The crowd was mostly young gay men and a small assortment of lesbians. Additionally there was a fair population of "queens", and poorly dressed men in drag wishing they were as beautiful as the queens. We were the exception, looking like three very foxy women on the prowl. The nervousness of my first outing, "en-femme", faded as the effects of my first margarita, soothed my frightened nerves. Several of the queens sneered at me calling me a bitch, and others offered words of encouragement, saying, "you go girl." All in all the evening was very thrilling, offering me a new avenue of expressing my femininity. I danced several dances with a few cute guys, unable to determine if they were gay or straight, but I could clearly tell that I was arousing them, as I felt their erections pressed against me, as we danced slow, erotic dances.

Melissa and Jennifer continued to mingle with old friends, drinking, talking and laughing as they delighted in seeing me, as I teased one guy after another on the dance floor. At one point, Melissa whispered in my ear, " dear, you are ready for the next step in becoming a woman." "We need to find you a man." My nervousness once again surfaced, knowing that I still was not a woman, and the only contact I had with someone similar to me was last night with Melissa. With her I felt acceptance and comfort, knowing that she realized I was just beginning my journey into this new world of feminine expression. Hesitantly, I began to realize that this step would be an important one, knowing I would have to find a guy who was looking for more than a quick blowjob in the crowded, cramped, front seat of a car, or in the alley behind the club.

As I headed back to the bar to purchase the next round of drinks for our table, I accidentally ran into a really cute, well dressed, young guy who was stepping back away from the crowded bar, with a drink in his hand. My collision caused him to spill a portion of his drink; thankfully to the floor, and not all over someone standing near. With profuse embarrassment, I offered a heartfelt apology and offered to buy him another drink to replace the one I caused him to spill. As I was stuttering an apology, he reached out, slightly drunk, and gently grabbed my hand, and led me to the dance floor. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. We quickly set our drinks down at Melissa’s table on our way to the flashing lights on the dance floor. As we approached the deserted dance floor, I sensed that this dance and whatever followed would be special.

Knights in White Satin played as we danced, pressed tightly to each other. His arms locked together in the small of my back, pulling me close to him. Wanting to feel totally feminine, I placed my arms high on his shoulder, laying my head to one side, gazing longingly at him. Not a word was spoken as we held each other, slowly moving to the music, dancing in the most romantic of moods. I could feel his breath as he nibbled lightly on my neck, sending waves of electricity through me, causing me to suddenly swell in my hot, wicked, black satin panties. As we continued dancing, I could tell that he was becoming aroused, as I felt him grow hard between our bodies; grinding into me as if we were having sex right out on the dance floor. His hands grasped at my ass, squeezing me as we continued this erotic, passionate dance. The song ended, and before we parted, we kissed; thrusting our tongues into each other’s mouths, imitating our desires to consummate this meeting, fucking each other’s mouths with our tongues.

Holding hands, we stepped away from the dance floor into the darkness of the hallway leading to the restrooms. We continued our passionate kiss, pressing our excitement into each other, increasing the heat that was building between the two of us. With the hands of a pickpocket, I eased my one free hand into his pants, slipping it inside his underwear, in search of the object of my desire. I was ready to fall to my knees and worship this man’s hardness with my hot, satin lips, in the privacy of the darkened hallway. My other hand frantically began searching for his zipper, enabling me to accomplish my task. The excitement must have been too much for my young stud. As my fingers encircled his throbbing erection, he whimpered and then exploded, flooding my hand and his khaki slacks with hot, sticky cum. A large, dark circle appeared in the front of his trousers, as the dampness of his orgasm soaked through the material in his shorts and pants.

Tears began forming in his eyes, as he shrank into a humiliated embarrassment. Without saying another word, he bolted for the exit door behind us, pushing it open, disappearing into the dark, crowded, parking lot, to the safety of his car. I stood there in total astonishment, my hand sticky and wet with his juices, and my own panties soaked with the juices of my own excitement. I became aware of the pain of my own erection, thrust between my legs, needing sexual relief. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry, realizing the humor in the situation, but yet also realizing that my first sexual encounter with a very handsome guy was a flop. At least he was leaving satisfied.

I rejoined the girls. We finished our drinks, and left, stepping into the now cool night air, our heels once again clicking a feminine reverie on the pavement of the parking lot. Not a word was spoken, as I am sure they both witnessed my first encounter with a handsome guy and the ultimate disaster. They could both tell I was choking back tears. I realized, that I was feeling something for this man, and the feeling of loneliness he created as he left, made me doubt my capability of being a woman.

The drive back to the apartment complex was a quiet one. My look of frustration and disappointment clearly signaled to Jennifer and Michelle, that I really did not want to talk about my disastrous encounter with my first really cute guy. I was suddenly faced with the realization that wanted to be desired by a man in a way that any man would desire a beautiful woman. My femininity was beginning to grow stronger, and the inherent mood swings and emotional ups and downs would soon become a daily part of my life if I wished to continue on my journey of truly becoming the Kristen I saw myself as.

I quietly stepped from the car in the apartment parking lot and once again thrilled at the sound of my sharp heels as they made a punctuated sound on the hard surface. The look and feel of Kristen once again cheered me but I now had to deal with deeper feelings that were within me. Jennifer and Michelle walked me to my door and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, offering to come in and relieve my frustration if I so desired. "I am tired, and need some time to myself to think, " I answered. I knew that both of them had some sort of appointment that would tie them up all day Sunday, so I knew, I would have at least one day of solitude to do some deep soul searching, before resuming my life as a boy.

I watched their feminine sway as they walked down the hallway, and hoped that someday soon I too would be able to fully express my feminine self, and do so as a true woman could only do. Quietly I slipped into my apartment, slipped out of my sultry attire, and slipped into the most feminine negligee I owned. I slipped off to sleep, dreaming the dream I often dreamed throughout my life…… to one day wake as a woman.

 

 

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