Ulterior Motives

by Jennifer White

          

When my girlfriend Christy asked me to move in to her apartment with her, I knew I had it made. She was bright, pretty, fun, adventurous, and more. Okay, I'm a guy. By 'more', I mean busty! Her breasts were so large, so firm, so wonderful! They were the first thing I had noticed about her in fact.. We had been dating for six months, and the sex was awesome (when we had it). So an invite to move in with her full time was something I couldn't say "no" to! I packed my bags, threw my old furniture out (hers was much nicer of course), and moved right in.

Of course, a lot of my things had to go in storage. She wasn't about to let me put up my posters of rock bands in her perfectly decorated apartment! And none of my lamps or knickknacks were up to her standards either. So it was pretty much her decor all the way. I think she kept a couple of my pots and pans, and of course my clothes that filled one small closet, and a couple of drawers she had cleared for me in her dresser. But I never felt threatened by all this; her things were nicer. I wasn't about to argue over something so petty anyway! I wanted to stay with her so we could have sex all the time, and to save money to boot!

We settled in together, and everything was wonderful. We'd go off to work, then I'd come home to find dinner cooked for me. We'd usually watch a movie or go out to do something. Then every night, we'd share the same bed. I would have liked to have had more sex with her, but it was only once or maybe twice a week that we'd do anything.

I would come home from work, and Christy might be walked in wearing a new pink and black lingerie set that made my eyes pop out of my head! But it was just what she was wearing. It didn't mean that we were going to have sex. I would get all wound up, but I didn't always get any with her. But even with that, living with her was like a dream come true for me.

* * *

A few months after I moved in, Christy asked me to sit down on the couch to talk about something important. She had this look on her face that told me this wasn't going to be something I was going to be happy about.

"Its my parents" she said.

"What about them?" I asked.

"They want to come into the city to visit me. They want to stay here a couple of days."

"That's nice" I said. "I'd love to meet your folks."

Christy sighed.

"That's the problem" she said. "You see, my parents were quite strict when I was growing up. They still think of me as some little 12 year old girl. They think sex is supposed to be for when you're married. If they knew I had a guy living with me, they'd kill me. And you. They would think you're some monster out to defile me. They would never approve of us getting married one day, if they see you here now."

Wow. She was thinking of marriage long-term! I was knocked out. That was my dream too, to spend the rest of my life with Christy. She didn't know it yet, but I was secretly saving up to buy her an engagement ring. I couldn't blow it now. As hard as it would be for me to be away from her for a while, I would have to go. I also realized now why none of my things were 'good enough' for decor here. She didn't want her folks to know about me at all.

"I get it" I said. "I'll go stay with a buddy while your folks are here. I'll hate to be away from you, but I understand."

"No" she replied. "That won't work. They know I have a room mate. When I first got a job here in the city, they helped me pay my rent. Now that I've been here for a year, they told me it was time to get a better job, get a cheaper place, or get a room mate. I love my job, so I absolutely love my apartment, so I couldn't move. Fortunately, I absolutely love my roommate too!"

We shared a brief kiss, and she giggled.

"So I solved your problem for you, moving in like this" I said.

"Lucky me" she replied. "But they will expect to meet my roommate."

"Roommates go out of town" I said, wondering where this was leading.

"Yes, but what about next time? And the time after that? At some point they're going to have to meet you."

I was confused.

"But you said if they knew about me, your dad would want to kill me."

"Yes" she replied.

"Buy you want him to meet me? I don't understand!"

I was getting frustrated. Sometimes women were too subtle in how they talked, and I just didn't get it! Why couldn't chicks just get to the point, and not go through all these roundabout implications? Why did they have to communicate so strangely?

"Just tell me what you want me to do" I said, trying to cut to the chase.

"I was trying to be gentle about this, but very well" she said. "My parents need to meet my roommate. My dad would freak if he knew I was living with a guy. So that leaves only one option. They need to think you're a girl."

"No way" I said quickly. What a stupid idea! There was no way I was going to dress up as a girl! And there was no way that I'd pass for one either. I loved Christy, but this idea of hers was so far out there! What was she thinking?

"Why not?" she asked, as if we were talking about buying coffee or tea. Didn't she get why this was so bad?

"Well for starters, I'm a guy" I said. "Guys don't dress up as girls!"

"What, you think if you put on a skirt it's going to hurt you? Or change you? You'd still be you, just in prettier clothes."

"Even if I did dress up, there is no way I'd fool anybody."

Christy moved closer to me, so her face was close to mine. With her revealing top, out of the bottom of my eyes, all I could see was her milky white breasts, as they pressed into me. I couldn't help but to get turned on from that! She touched me gently on the cheek.

"Please?" she said. "For me? Don't you want to stay with me? Don't you want to be with me for the rest of our lives?"

"Of course" I said, as her hand moved down into my pants.

"If you do this for me, I'd be so happy. I'd let you live out any sexual fantasy you have. Anything. Please just let me dress you up. Don't say it won't work until you've seen yourself dressed up. Please, at least try this? For me? I'd be *so* pleased with you if you did."

Her powers of persuasion were quite strong! She was giving me a hand job now, whispering in my ear, telling me how wonderful things would be if I would do this for her. Reluctantly, I caved in, just as I started to come.

"Okay" I said. "You can dress me up. But I'm not going to say yes if your parents are going to know I'm really a guy."

"It's a deal" she said, withdrawing her hand from my pants, and licking her fingers to clean them off.

She told me I'd need to go take a shower, to get all the come off of myself. I was terrified that she was going to ask me to shave my legs, but thankfully she didn't do that! I dried off, put on my boxers, and went into our bedroom where she was setting things up. She looked at me and laughed.

"Take those boxers off. You won't be needing them anymore."

I reluctantly took them off, trading them for a pair of panties. They were quite heavy, and I noticed that there was a bunch of padding sewn in. Yet they were soft and silky, and I had to admit they felt good against my skin.

"The padding will help make your rear look nicer" said Christy. "We need to work on your shape. This is a waist chincher. I'll help you get into it, and then we can tighten it up. It will help pull your sides in, making your hips look wider. With that plus your padded panties, it will help make it look as if you have curves."

She wrapped the thing around me, and fastened it in the back. It felt really tight, and really constricting.

"Breathe out a little, so I can tighten it more" she said.

"Does it have to be so tight?" I asked.

"Yes. Just be glad I'm not putting you in a corset. Breathe out one more time...."

She got it on me, and my middle was being squeezed so hard! I wanted to see myself in the mirror, to see how ridiculous I looked, but she wouldn't let me. In fact, she had covered the mirror with a sheet so I wouldn't see myself until she was done. Next, she put one of her bras onto me, and adjusted the shoulder straps until it laid just right.

"These are expensive" she said, pulling out a box. "Take good care of them."

The box held something that made my eyes pop out: two mounds made of some kind of gel material, shaped exactly like breasts. They even had nipples on the top, with dark rings of color around them! They looked so real. Christy smiled as she slid the first one into my bra. Then she added the second one.

They had some weight to them, which caused the straps over my shoulders to dig in. Looking down, the large fake boobs in my bra obscured my view of my body, except for my feet poking out at the bottom. It felt so wrong to look down, and see nothing but boobs!

"Now you've got D-cups, just like me" she giggled.

"Great" I said, unenthusiastically.

I was so scared she'd put me into some frilly skirt or something! And in fact the first thing she pulled out just seemed scary. It was one of those cami tops, powder blue with dark blue trim. It had tiny shoulder straps that wouldn't come close to covering the wide straps of my bra. She slid it on me, and I shivered as I felt the silky material slide over me. Nothing I owned felt like that when I put it on! The triangle shapes at the top covered my fake boobs. It looked so wrong to see my top being pushed out away from me by two large mounds on my chest!

"I think you'll fit in these" she said. "Lets try them on."

I was thankful when I saw what she had in mind: blue jeans. I put my legs into them, and pulled them up. They were quite tight, and I had to struggle a bit to get them all the way up. It was quite a shock to see that they didn't come down much below my knee! And up at the top, rather than closing around my waist, they came up a good six inches higher, almost to my belly button. They fit perfectly around my padded panties, and with my waist pulled in with the cincher, I was barely able to get the button in front secured.

"Now lets accessorize" said Christy, handing me this really wide macramé belt with a glittery sequins sewn in, and a large buckle in the front. I put it on, and buckled it up. I felt so foolish.

"Next, your sweater."

She handed me a white sweater. I pulled it on, and looked down at the deep v cut in the neck. You could see my silky cami top, but not my bra or the fake boobs inside it. The sweater showed off just a peak of the cami, giving me that alluring layered look. I always loved how Christy looked in a sweater. Now I would have the same look myself. I shivered, wondering what torture came next.

She had me sit down, and she put some gel stuff in my hear, and slicked it all back. She played with my hair for quite some time, until she was satisfied. Then she started applying all sorts of makeup to my face. She told me that she was putting on foundation, blush, eyeliner, and all these other things I had no idea about.

"Okay, you're all set" she said. "I'll let you see yourself in the mirror. Be honest when you see your new look. If you can tell that you're a guy, we'll just forget the whole idea. But I think you can pass easily as a girl. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be" I said, not quite wanting to see my image all dolled up like this.

"I'd like to introduce you to the new you" she said. "Say hello to Erin."

She pulled the sheet off the mirror, and I was stunned. At first glance, I didn't even recognize myself. I saw the image of a girl. The waist cincher and the padded panties had reshaped me so that it looked like I had curves. The fake boobs made my sweater look so good on me. She had done a fabulous job with the makeup and my hair, so that it was difficult to recognize myself.

"I can't believe it" I said.

"See? I told you I could make you look like a girl. Imagine how you'll look if I paint your nails, get some jewelry on you, and get you some proper footwear. And of course, you'll need to shave your legs."

I was too stunned to answer, just sitting there staring at myself.

Christy picked up her cell phone and pushed a speed-dial button.

"Hi mom!" she said. "Sorry I missed you and dad. Hope you're having fun today. My roommate Erin and I can't wait to see you! Hugs and kisses. Bye-bye."

She turned to me.

"There" she said. "Now they'll be expecting to meet you. Erin."

Erin. A girl's name. How had I let myself get into this? Christy had transformed me, and now I looked like a girl. And I was going to have to spend a weekend like this, with her parents! I couldn't believe I was doing this. But I couldn't believe it either that the cute, busty short-haired girl in the mirror was me!

"Okay" I said. "I'll do it, but I'm not thrilled about it."

"Well *I* am thrilled" said Christy, as she approached me. She gave me a hug, and kissed me so gently on my lips. It was so tender, so delicious, I felt so turned on, even though I was dressed up as a chick. Her body pressed into mine, and I could feel my penis trying to get hard in the constrained space it was trapped in.

Christy was passionate, and she just about attacked me, she was so excited. I felt really weird being dressed up like a girl, and to be so intimate with her. It was the last thing I would have expected!

"Oh Erin" she said. "You've got me all wet just looking at you like that. I want you so much baby. Please, would you please do something for me honey?"

"What's that?" I replied, not liking it that she was calling me 'Erin' still.

"Go down on me. Put your tongue on my pussy, and make me come. I want you so much! Please, I'm begging you! You've got me so turned on, don't leave me like this. I need you Erin. I need to feel your tongue on my clit. Please!"

She seemed so desperate. What could I do? I said 'yes', even though it freaked me out.

Christy almost tore her skirt getting it off, along with her panties. She sat down in a chair, and spread her legs wide open. True to her word, she *was* really wet. I had gone down on her a few times here and there, but she had never seemed very much into it. But this time she was! With the first lick of my tongue, she shuddered all over, and gave out a low moan.

"Oh Erin, that is just divine" she said. "Oh my god! I'm coming already!"

My face was there in her pussy, her legs touching my cheeks. I tasted her sweet juices, as my tongue darted to and fro. Every now and then I'd lick her up and down the length of her labia, and she'd laugh or giggle. I concentrated on her clit, and she let out moan after moan, punctuated with the occasional shriek.

We had made love many times since we first hooked up. But I had never seen her come anything close to being as excited as she was now. She was just going crazy, having orgasm after orgasm. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back, and her face conveyed the sheer pleasure that she was feeling.

When at last she got too sensitive for any more, she pushed me away. She was gasping for air, and just utterly ravished. After she caught her breath, she demanded that I take off my jeans, and then my panties.

"Lay back on the bed, Erin. Now its your turn."

I laid back, although it felt so weird to have the large fake boobs on my chest! She started to go down on me, and I could barely see her over the large mounds. In seconds, I as *so* hard. I wanted her so much. To my delight, she mounted me from the top, letting my rock hard erection slide into her wet, wet pussy. Now I could see her, and that of course made me feel even more turned on.

"Oh Erin, you're so pretty" she said, as she bounced up and down on me. "You're such a lovely girl, and you're such a great lay!"

I didn't like being called pretty! I didn't like being called a girl either. But I couldn't help but feel turned on from all the stimulation I was getting, physically and visually. And now Christy was moaning again, as my penis hit the right spot, and made her have yet *another* orgasm. We definitely were setting a record!

I finally let myself come too, and it was quite enjoyable. Christy stayed on top of me, not wanting to let me out of her pussy. She hung over me, gently stroking my hair and then my face.

"Oh Erin" she said. "I absolutely adore you. You are the best lover in the entire world. I am so fortunate that you're my girlfriend."

Why was she doing this? What kind of game was she playing? I did not like being a girl at all. Why was she taunting me like this?

"After *that*, I would do *anything* for you, Erin" she said. "That was a dream come true, for you to become a woman today, and to make love to me like that. You can't imagine how turned on I felt the moment you were all dressed up. I just adore you as a woman. I love you, and I just feel like you are absolutely perfect now. I want to be with you forever."

I didn't know if she was talking to me, or to Erin. How could this be a dream for her, to see me as a woman? I didn't like it. But I was going to have to go through with being 'Erin' for the weekend with her folks. I would have to make the best of it. I *was* scoring some big time points it seemed. I'd have to take that as some consolation at least.

* * *

For the next three days, until Christy's folks arrive, she had me practice being a girl. She bought me boots with heels and two pairs of shoes. I had to practice walking around in them, which wasn't easy at first! She had me learn how to put on my own makeup, and to do my own hair. She trimmed it a bit, so it laid better in the style she wanted me to have for the weekend.

We practiced painting our nails together, doing each other's toenails. And of course, I had to shave off all of my body hair, as well as my legs. It felt weird being all hairless and smooth. But one good thing: every time I did dress up and 'become' Erin, Christy would get so turned on! We did it again and again, even more than *I* could handle.

She made me go to bed in a pink nightie, wearing my fake boobs, so I would get used to it for when her folks arrived. I guess after the first time it wasn't as much of a shock, but I certainly didn't like it! I was a guy. I didn't want to go around as a girl! She kept reminding me that it would be just for the weekend with her folks, and that we'd go back to normal afterwards. The only thing that kept me motivated was the fact that as 'Erin', I seemed to be irresistible to her!

The only bummer was that we were going tell her folks that I normally slept on the hide-a-bed in the study, but I'd move into Christy's bed for the duration of their stay. We didn't want them to know that we always shared a bed together! Christy insisted that I sleep in the hide-a-bed, so that it didn't smell like an unused bed. That made sense to me, but I hated the fact that I was sleeping in a nightie, with large fake boobs, and in a different bed than Christy! But this was the kind of detail we had to cover so that I wasn't discovered. Sleeping alone as a girl was better than being caught and found out!

It was really scary for me as we waited for her parents to show up. I mean, my girlfriends mother and father were about walk through the door, and they were going to see me all dressed up as a chick!

"Quit fidgeting, Erin" said Christy. "Everything is going to be fine."

I walked over to the mirror, and looked at myself in it. I had on the same outfit as the first time I "became" Erin, except things had gone further now. I had on a pair of black shoes with pointy toes and moderate heels. I wore hoop earrings that were clipped on, along with a necklace and several rings. My short hair looked all spiky, and it looked better now that Christy had trimmed it a bit. She had also cleaned up my eyebrows. She used some kind of pencil on them to make it look like they tapered down thinner. And of course my nails were painted now, a dark red called 'merlot'.

With all the practice from the past few days, I felt confident that I wouldn't do anything stupid to give myself away. You really couldn't tell I was a guy anymore. Maybe someone who knew me well could tell, but they'd have to look hard. Christy had done an incredible job making me look so feminine. We had decided that if we saw anyone I knew when we went out, I'd pretend not to know them, and tell them I was my sister! Great. Pretending to be my own sister. Hmmm.

The doorbell rang, and my heart started pounding! I had a lump in my throat. Nobody but Christy had seem me like this. Now I was going to let someone meet me, as Erin. I sat down on the couch, crossed my legs like Christy had taught me, and pretended to be reading a copy of Glamour, as Christy herself answered the door. She looked back at me with a smile, and gave me a wink.

She opened the door, and in walked her parents. They were all hugging and kissing warmly. I stood up and walked over.

"Mom and dad, this is my roomie, Erin" she said.

"Hello Erin. My, what a lovely outfit. You *are* pretty, like Christy said. She has told me so much about you! I am so glad to finally meet you."

"Likewise" I said.

Christy had told me that when two women meet for the first time, they will typically trade compliments. Her mom complimented my looks. Now I needed to say something about her. You could tell that she was Christy's mother, because her face, body size, and her boobs were all the same. A guy might compliment a chick on her boobs, but I knew better than that, even though they *were* the best thing about her.

"I love your hair" I said. "I've been thinking of growing mine out like that."

Christy looked at me proudly.

"It takes more work dear" said her mom, "But its worth it. You would look so pretty with long hair. I think you *should* grow it out."

"Ahem" said her dad. "Are you women going to just talk about beauty and hair all day, or are you going to introduce me?"

"Sorry, dad" said Christy. "I'd like you to meet Erin."

I held out my hand to shake his. As Christy had instructed, I kept my wrist very limp, my fingers apart, and I gave no firmness. Then I gave him an impulsive looking hug, then one to her mom, just as we had rehearsed.

"I practically feel like you're *my* family" I said. "Christy talks about you all the time."

I had an impulse to offer help with the luggage, but a girl wouldn't do that, so instead I asked them if they wanted something to eat or drink. Right away, we had hit it off, and they had accepted me as a chick, no questions asked. I couldn't help but to feel strange being in front of someone as 'Erin'. But the illusion was so good that it was working. She was right with what she had told me to say and do. Her dad thought I was a typical girl, interested in beauty and fashion. Her mom though I was 'sweet'. We were all soon talking, and I was able to relax.

* * *

That night Christy and I cooked dinner for her folks. Her dad, Hank seemed like the kind of guy I could hang out with. It was too bad I was stuck being Erin for the weekend. We could have hung out, watched the football game, and drank some beers. I had to be careful not to talk sports with him. And Christy insisted that I limit myself to only drinking a little, and even then, only frozen 'girlie' drinks.

Her mom, Adele, was also very nice. She talked a lot, telling me all sorts of embarrassing stories about Christy when she was younger. Like all good female conversationalists, she made sure that everyone was included, and she asked me questions about my job and my life. I had to be careful in my responses. I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth! One topic was a bit embarrassing though.

"So tell me girls" said Adele, "Are you seeing anyone? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not right now" I said. That was the truth! I certainly didn't have a boyfriend!

"I'm in between right now, mom" said Christy.

"I just can't believe that two girls as attractive as you don't have boys calling you all the time. Why when I was your age..."

"Dear, I think you're making them uncomfortable" said Hank, coming to my rescue.

"Maybe you should introduce Erin to your cousin John" said Adele.

"Mom!" replied Christy.

We all ended up laughing, and thankfully the topic shifted. We all went to bed for the night, ready for a busy day on Saturday. As I laid in bed next to Christy, she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"We can't do anything while they are here" she said.

"I know" I replied, glumly.

"I'm so proud of you Erin. You really impressed them. Just try to enjoy the weekend. You make a wonderful girlfriend."

"Thanks" I said, although I wasn't too sure I liked it that I was doing so well as a chick.

* * *

Saturday was so busy. We went to two different museums, had lunch downtown in between, and then went out to a fancy place for dinner. I had to be careful, and order something small and light, as a girl would. I watched Hank digging into his large T-bone steak, and I was very jealous, as I stared down at my measly salad! Then he went into the cigar bar to have a smoke, watch the game and sip on a nice glass of bourbon. But I was stuck with the girls.

We went out to a show that night, then went home exhausted. Sunday was busy too. While Hank stayed at home and watched the big game while sipping on cold beers, Adele took Christy and myself out shopping. She insisted on buying us something. She found me a sweater that was off-white, very soft and fuzzy, with a high turtleneck.

"You've got large boobs, like we do in our family" she said. "Trust me. You'll look dynamite in this. You won't be able to keep the boys off of you."

Great. Just what I was *not* looking for!

Adele wanted us to all get makeovers, but thankfully Christy talked her into having us just get manicures. It felt so strange to have a young woman filing my nails, then painting them for me! She asked me if I had a boyfriend, and when I said now, she asked if I'd like to meet her me! This woman was trying to set me up for a date with a guy! I of course gently told her 'no', although I had to lie and say I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and I wasn't ready yet! I was thankful when we could finally leave that awful place.

It was almost time for Christy's parents to go home. We returned from our shopping adventure, with our nicely done nails. All weekend long, Christy had been taking photos with her camera phone. I had done my best to stay out of the pictures, but she got a bunch of them with me anyway. But now her dad took out his good digital camera, and he insisted that we pose for some photos.

He took a few of Christy with her mom, then had me take some of Christy with both her parents, or just with her dad. But then Hank insisted on taking some of me with Christy, me with Adele, and me with both of them. Then he set it on "timer", and jumped into the picture with us. After four takes, he was satisfied. He downloaded the pictures to Christy's computer, and she printed off a couple of the four of us together.

We said our good-byes, and I was thankful that my time as Erin was at an end! I had not been intimate with Christy since her folks had arrived, not even a kiss. I wanted her so bad! As soon as they left, I was going to do her. There were lots of hugs and kisses good-bye, and her parents invited us both to visit them for the holidays, out in the country. Christy accepted their invite, without consulting me, which I didn't really like. But I wasn't thinking of that, because as the door closed, I rushed over to her for a much needed kiss.

"Oh Erin, you're such a horny girl" she said. "Keep your panties on for a few minutes. I have something to do, then we can talk."

Her folks were gone, but she was still calling me 'Erin'. Now this I did not like at all. I watched as she took the photo of the four of us that she just printed, and put it in a frame in the livingroom. Great. Now I'd always see a picture of myself as a girl whenever I was on the couch. But worse than that, she also printed out a picture of her and myself, put it in a frame, and placed it in the bedroom! Now in bed, I'd see my picture as a girl. Thankfully, Christy was done, and ready to move on to the good part.

"Oh Erin" she said. "I've been thinking of you all weekend! I need you so much. I'm all wet just looking at you. Please, my darling, please, would you go down on me?"

And so we were soon in bed, with me as Erin still, making love. I didn't understand why it turned Christy on so much for her to pretend I was a girl! All I knew was that I drove her wild, and we spent hours giving each other pleasure. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep, still in my bra with my large fake boobs.

"That was the best ever" said Christy.

"It was great" I agreed.

"I love you, Erin" she said.

"I love you too" I replied, as we both drifted off to sleep....

* * *

Monday I went to work as normal. When I got home, I noticed that all of my 'Erin' things were neatly packed away in the closet. Christy called me by my *real* name again, and no mention was made of Erin. I was happy about that! But we didn't make love that night, which was a little bit of a letdown after what we did on Sunday.

A few days later, after we ate dinner, Christy asked me a surprising question.

"What's your ultimate fantasy in bed?" she said. "If there were no boundaries, no inhibitions, and you could do *anything* with me, what would it be?"

I wasn't sure if this was some trick question, so I was cautious.

"You're my fantasy" I said.

"No, be honest with me!" she demanded. "I did a paper in college on this topic. I know that guys all have some sort of fantasy they want to try out. Some want to do it in a car, with the danger of being caught. Some want to do it in a pool, or outside, or on the floor. Some guys are into fetishes like bondage. Some like to be spanked, or ordered around. Some even love to see other men making love to their wife. So tell me. What is *your* deep sexual fantasy that you've never told me about. Don't worry, I won't be mad whatever it is."

I paused for a second. I couldn't believe she really wanted to know this. Was this some kind of trap where she'd ask me, then be hurt when I told her? She saw my hesitation, and told me it was okay, that no matter what I said, she'd be okay with it.

"Fine" I said. "You just promise that you won't be upset with me."

"I promise" she said. "I just want to know you, so I really want to know this."

"Okay" I said. "I've always had the fantasy, where I go into a gentlemen's club..."

"You mean a strip club" she commented.

"Yes. A strip club" I replied. "I sit down by the stage, have a drink, and watch the girls dancing. The hottest one of them all is dancing for me, and I go to put the money in her grater. She tells me not to pay her, because I'm so special, she is going to give the dance to me for free. When she's done, she sits on my lap and talks to me. Then she invites me to party backstage. I see all these beautiful women, but I'm all focused on *her*. She seduces me, and we make love, right there in her dressing room."

"Wow" said Christy.

"I know, it's a stupid male fantasy" I said, blushing.

"No it isn't" she replied. "Remember, I did a paper on these things when I was in college. Think about it. For a man, having a pick of gorgeous women who all want *him* is the ultimate. Like a harem. Strippers are detached however; they have this aloofness where you know that you can never have them. They are unobtainable. So your fantasy is to be surrounded by unobtainable beauty, and to have the most gorgeous of all the girls pick *you* out, seduce you, and be so desperate to make love that she has to have you right there."

I nodded. She had it nailed.

"There is a genetic need for a man to spread his seed, and if he could do it with the most beautiful of them all, he'd be the alpha male. No dear, your fantasy is wonderful. It shows that you have an inner drive to be king of the jungle. I think it is wonderful."

"Thanks" I said, still wondering why she asked me. I was relieved when she changed topics, and we had a more normal conversation.

* * *

A few days later, it was my birthday. Christy said she had a surprise for me. I got into a cab with her, and we drove downtown, on a street I was not familiar with. The cab pulled up in front of a club that had a line of people waiting on a red carpet, behind the ropes. I looked at the name of the club, and I gasped. It wasn't a dance club, it was a *strip* club! Christy was taking me to a strip club for my birthday! I felt so lucky to have a girlfriend who was so supportive, and so confident in herself that she would do this with me.

She had everything all set up. We didn't have to wait in line; she had VIP tickets. We didn't have to sit in a table in the corner; we were shown to our seats right at the edge of the stage. Christy pulled out a huge stack of money, and placed it on the edge of the stage in front of this.

"This will keep them coming our way" she said.

How did she know so much about how these places operate?

"Now go ahead and enjoy the view" she said. "I won't be offended that you're staring at their boobs. Now that you've gone around with boobs of your own, its okay to me that you're looking at other girl's boobs."

So this was a reward for being Erin for the weekend! I sipped my beer, sat back and enjoyed the view, as one perfect woman after the next danced on the stage for us. Sometimes they'd announce the name of the next dancer to strut out onto the stage. Each of them was more perfect then the next! Christy would ask me what I thought about the shape of this one's boobs, the style of that one's hair, or how I liked the look of another one's a$$. She pointed out how most of them shaved off all of their pubic hair, and the ones that didn't kept it neat and trimmed. She even asked me which was more attracted to me, shaved or unshaved. I had to admit: I liked to see a little hair down there, but nicely maintained.

She would also ask me about their outfits, and which ones I thought were the hottest (it turned out that it was the schoolgirl uniform that did the most for me!). She'd also ask about the shoes. Some wore platforms, some wore chunky heels, some wore little thin heels, as high as eight inches! I told her I liked the thin heels the best, but anything over six inches didn't have the elegance I liked to see. She seemed to approve of my taste in shoes.

"I have to go to the little girl's room" said Christy. "I'm sure you can take care of yourself for a little while."

I continued to stare at the one girl after the next. The would come over, and I would slip money into their garters around their lower legs. The views were just outstanding, and I was in awe of the perfect female bodies I was watching. As I stared at this one really hot redhead, I heard the announcement for the next dancer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, making her Downtown Club premier, please welcome a local girl, the beautiful, busty Christy!!!"

I turned, in shock, to see Christy strut out on the stage. She was wearing the shoes I had said were the best, along with a skimpy schoolgirl uniform! She was going to strip, dressed up as my ideal stripper! She started on the other side of the stage, and I gaped as I watched her dancing for all the guys over there. I had to say I felt quite jealous, and I didn't like it as she removed her top, and they all got a good look at her boobs. She was *mine*, so those were *my* boobs! I didn't want other guys seeing them!

My stomach felt weird as she let the men slip money into her garter. Now she was down to just her panties, and all the guys were staring at her. She was incredibly beautiful of course, and she was "fresh meat", never having danced there before. She was being swarmed by all the guys, and it looked like she was raking in a lot of cash!

Now she made her way to the middle part of the stage, and she danced on the pole. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. After gathering more tips from the drooling men, she finally went to my side of the stage. She pretended not to notice me, and she danced for a couple of guys on the end. Finally she reached me, and she continued to gyrate, as she smiled and stared at me.

She climbed down off the stage, and came around behind me. She rubbed my shoulders, and I could feel her boobs as they grazed the back of my head. Then she walked around, and started to dance right there in front of me. She was incredible!

"Hi" she said. "I'm Christy. Who are you?"

I smiled and pretended to introduce myself.

"Is it okay for me to sit on your lap?" she asked.

"Of course!" I replied.

Every eye in the house was on me. The hottest girl in the place had chosen me, and she was sitting on my lap, naked! We talked for a while, as she put her hands on my shoulders.

"I'm not supposed to do this" she said, "But you are just *so* hot that you've got me all wet. Do you want to come backstage?"

"Sure!" I said.

"Then come along. Follow me."

She led me by the hand through a doorway. With a nod, the large burly man guarding the door let us pass. We walked by all these mirrors where new dancers were checking their makeup, getting their outfits on, and getting ready to strut their stuff. Christy led me to a door, and we went inside. A private room. And there, I was able to cap off my evening by living out my greatest fantasy.

* * *

It was about a month after my birthday now. Christy and I were so happy together! I still couldn't believe it that she had gone through such lengths to let me enjoy my ultimate sexual fantasy, which I had dreamed of all my life. That made me love her even more. I never wanted to be apart from her. I tried harder to save up for an engagement ring!

That evening, as we watched a movie together, Christy was leaning on me, her arms around me.

"Mmm" she said. "I really want you today, babe."

Anytime that she was up for sex was great with me! I'd do it a couple of times a day, if I had my way! But as usual, we were back to once or twice a week at the most. So I perked up when I heard her say that!

"And I want you too" I said, giving her a kiss.

"Would you do something special for me?" she asked.

"Certainly" I replied, tingling with excitement. What would she want to do now?"

"Would you become Erin for me tonight?" she asked. "When we were together as girlfriends, that was just the best."

I was a little stunned, but I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. She *did* really love it when we had made love that way. I remember how me 'being' Erin had made her so horny that we did it all the time. And so, how could I say no? I told her yes, and she was *so* excited. She dressed me up, put on my makeup, and wrapped a plaid skirt around me. The one from the strip club! It made me shiver all over to think I was wearing the same skirt that she had worn on-stage.

I went down on her, as she liked. Then we did it with her on top. She just went wild, driving crazy with pleasure. She never moaned and screamed when we did it 'normal'. But like this, it just sent her over the edge! I didn't like having the boobs on again, but seeing her reaction was enough to make it worthwhile. And I guess that this time it wasn't as great of a shock. I had done it before. So I didn't feel humiliated or anything this time. I guess I could really learn to enjoy it, as a game like this.

A few days afterwards, we were showering together. Christy was shaving her legs with her pink shaver. I always found it sexy to watch her do it. When she was done, she took the shaver, and she knelt down, and started working on *my* legs! I almost jumped back, but she grinned. She reached out and grabbed ahold of my penis, and put it into her mouth! The message was clear. Let her shave me, and she'd go down on me, right in the shower! I just stood there, and let her do it, removing all of my leg hair.

But she didn't stop there; she did my chest, then she removed the few hairs on my shoulders and back. She handed me the shaver, and told me to work under my arms. As I did that, she took out a pair of small scissors that she had on the white colored wire rack hanging from the shower head. And she started to trim down my pubic hairs!

I finished up under my arms, and she took the shaver from me. She started on my pubic hair, shaving some of it off so that it now formed a neat rectangle, instead of the usual bushy triangle. Then she shaved her own to match! Finally, she knelt down again and fulfilled her part of the bargain. As her mouth went around me, her fingers started to pinch and toy with my nipples. My eyes closed, as a wave of pleasure swept over me, and I come so hard!

She cleaned me up, and we both rinsed off. She applied an after-bath spray to herself, and then to me! My skin was all hairless and smooth now, and the spray made it smell like flowers.

"I just love your skin that way" she said, as her wet body pressed into mine. "Please promise me you won't let it get all hairy again. I don't like making love to you when you're all messy like that. Will you promise me that you'll take better care of yourself, and keep yourself nice, soft and smooth? I just *love* it when you're like that."

She was proposing that I keep myself like that, so I could be Erin for her more often. It was scary to think of, keeping my skin always feeling smooth and soft, like hers. And she was implying that she wanted me to be Erin more often. I loved how I was able to make her feel when I was Erin, but I wanted to make her feel like that when I was myself!

"Please promise me" she said. "I love you so much. Would you please do this for me?"

I loved her so much too. I felt confused about things, but I caved in and agreed. Christy was so happy about it, and she gave me the biggest hug. I could feel her wonderful breasts as she pressed into me. My soft skin against hers felt delicious. I hoped that I had made the right decision.

* * *

On Friday, Christy asked if I'd be Erin for the night, so we could go out on a date. I wanted her so much, and we hadn't made love in a couple of days. With the thought in mind of how great it would be with her, I told her 'yes'. She helped me dress up, put on my makeup, do my hair and my nails. She dressed me in the white sweater her mom had bought me, along with a navy blue knee length skirt.

We went out to dinner together, and it seemed like all of the men in the place were staring at us. When other men looked at her, it gave me that same queasy feeling I had when she was up on stage. I didn't like how it felt for other men to look at her. But that was nothing compared to how it felt for a man to look at *me* that way! For a man to look at me as a sexy woman was just so overwhelmingly upsetting. I didn't want to be with a man! That was just so far from what I wanted. It made me feel strange; weak, vulnerable and scared.

We went out to a movie afterwards, then we walked down the street, doing some window shopping. We stopped in a bar, where we had a few drinks, as well as dancing to the music on the jukebox. Several men tried to his on us, but we blew them off.

"We could let them buy us drinks" giggled Christy. "We'd just have to talk to them, and maybe dance. It would save us a lot of money."

"You want me to dance with a man?" I asked, trying to show her why it was crazy.

"You're so scared of having a man flirt with you?" she said.

"Yes!" I replied.

I was so scared that she was going to make me do it! But thankfully, she told me we were going home. By the time we arrived back at her place, we were so aroused that we were both practically ripping each other's clothes off. From the front door to the bedroom we left a trail of clothes as we took them off. We were so passionate together, and it was just so sweet as we made love for hours.

* * *

After I agreed to keep myself hairless, Christy wanted me to be Erin more and more. In fact, it seemed to me that she wasn't very much into having sex if I *wasn't*. I guess I didn't mind too much, because it was always so good for me. I even let her do things like apply her lotions and creams to me too, to help keep my skin soft and smooth like hers. Sometimes she'd want us to go out on a date, which in a way was exciting because of the danger of it all. But I hated it when I'd get hit on by guys, just because I "had" big boobs. I would much rather have a conventional relationship with Christy, but it just drove her crazy when I was Erin, and I got more sex than I could handle that way, which was much better than the alternative!

"Erin, you would look so pretty if you grew your hair out long" she told me one day. "I think you should let it grow out."

She was always encouraging me to do things like that. I had given in and agreed to keep my toenails painted all the time, and I was starting to let my fingernails get just a bit longer, so they would look nicer too. But I didn't want to go so far that you'd notice things when I was myself! I didn't mind play-acting the role of Erin, but I didn't want to *be* a chick.

But as the weeks turned to months, it seemed that I was gradually starting to spend more and more time as Erin, and less and less time as myself. In particular, practically every weekend I was Erin now, for the entire weekend. It would put Christy into a sexual frenzy, and it was *so* worth it. I looked back over the past few weeks, and I shuddered when I realized that we were making love all weekend long, but *nothing* during the week. Christy only got aroused when I was Erin, which was a scary thought!

One weekend we went out to the country, to stay with her folks. We had a grand time, and once again I passed easily as a girl.

"Erin, you look so pretty with your longer hair" her mother said. "Just as I thought when I first met you."

"Thanks, Adele" I replied. "I like yours too. Did you color it?"

"Just highlights, dear" she replied.

The were only two bad parts to the weekend with her folks. For one, her dad was in the livingroom, watching the football game, drinking beer, and smoking a cigar. I really wanted to watch the game and hang out with him! But I couldn't do that as a girl. Instead, I was in the kitchen, learning Erin's family recipe for making apple pies.

The other part was dinner on Saturday night. As a surprise, Adele invited her friends Brenda and John, who brought their two sons with them. She actually tried to set up Christy with one of them, and me with the other!

"We have to go along with it, and pretend we're interested" whispered Christy to me. "Just act nice and flirt with your boy. But of course we won't give out our numbers!"

And so all evening long, I had to pretend that I liked being in the company of this boy, Walt. I had to let him flirt with me, while I did the same back to him. I was *so* thankful when they finally left for the night.

"So Christy, what did you think of Charles?" asked Adele.

"Eww!!!!!" she said, which caused me to giggle.

Adele meant well. She had no way to know that Christy and I were in love.

"Thanks for being such a sport for the weekend" said Christy, when we got back to her place.

"Not a problem" I said as I took off my clothes, and got into my nightie for bed. We made love then of course, having waited all weekend long without a chance to do it. We fell asleep in each other's arms as usual, and I felt so happy.

* * *

One day during the week after we got back home, I came home to find that Christy had dinner all cooked and ready for me.

"Wow" I said. "That smells fantastic!"

"Thanks" she replied.

I reached out to give her hug and a kiss, but she didn't show any enthusiasm at all.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I don't know..." she said. "I was just thinking about how I like you a lot. I could even say that I love you. But I'm totally in love with *Erin*."

"But that's *me*" I replied.

"Yes and no" she said. "I mean, you're totally different when you're Erin. I wish there was a way that you could spend more time as *her*, and less time as you. Don't get me wrong, I care about you a lot. But I'm just completely head over heels for *her*."

"Christy, you're asking me to spend more of my time being a *girl*" I said.

"Exactly!" she replied. "When you're Erin, everything is so wonderful. Please consider it. We'd be so happy if we were always together as girlfriends."

That was pretty heavy, and I wasn't interested in living my life as a girl! She let it drop, and we went about our normal business during the week. As usual of late, after I came home from work on Friday, I transformed myself into Erin, so we could be girlfriends for the weekend. Christy got home, and she was so enthusiastic to see me. She complimented me on how pretty I was. We kissed and kissed, touching all over. Even before we had dinner, she had to have me, right then and there. And as usual, I was more than happy to make love to her!

After we were done, we dressed up again, then we ate dinner. We went out to see a movie together, and took a long walk in the park under the romantic moonlight and the stars. When we came back to our place, we went to bed again to do it. I went down on her, and made her come. When it my turn, she went down on me, but for some reason I could not get hard. She shrugged her shoulders, and we ended up just hugging.

That had never happened to me before! I could always get it up, especially for *her*. What was scary was that the same thing happened on Saturday night, and again on Sunday. Suddenly, I was having trouble with my erection, which was so strange!

* * *

The next Friday, it had been a week since I had last came. I felt relieved when I was able to get hard, and do it. But on both Saturday and Sunday, I was kind of limp again.

"You don't find me attractive anymore" said Christy. "You think I'm fat."

"No! It's not that, it's me!" I said. "I'm sorry. I don't know why this is happening."

Christy sighed, as she touched my face with the back of her hand.

"Tell me Erin. At my parent's house a few weekends ago, we flirted with those guys."

"I remember" I said.

"Does it *excite* you to think about dating a man?"

"No!" I said. "I don't want that! I only want you."

"But I don't get you hard anymore" she said, pouting.

I felt so terrible!

* * *

The next two weekends were pretty much the same for me. I could get it up once, but that was it. Christy bought me some pills that she said were supposed to help, an organic herb that was supposed to enhance male virility. I started taking it twice a day, but I didn't see any improvement. About two weeks later, I couldn't even get hard at all, and I was so upset that I thought I was going to cry!

Christy sat down next to me, and gave me a kiss.

"I don't care if you can't get it up" she said. "I love you more than anything. And you are totally amazing when you go down on me."

"Thanks" I said, glumly.

"I bought something that you can use tonight, so we can try something new."

She showed me what it was: a dildo. It was very realistic in its shape, but it was made of a clear material. She told me how after I went down on her, she wanted me to use it on her so I could satisfy her completely. I wanted to see her be happy, so I agreed, although I didn't like the thought of anything but my penis being in her pussy!

I put it into her gently, and she showed me how she liked it to be moved around, in and out, at just the right angle, speed and hardness. I loved the look on her face as I was able to make her come and come. It was the look she used to have when *I* was inside her. I decided I'd take more of the pills, so I would be able to do this to her myself again!

* * *

When a week of the increased dosage didn't help my problem, Christy bought me a second kind of pill, and told me to take both of them, three times a day. I was willing to try whatever she came up with! I tried to jerk myself off to test if it was working, but no luck.

That weekend of Friday, I dressed up as Erin, and we went out for our usual date. When we got home, she told me she had another special treat for me.

"I might be able to make you come, if you can't get hard enough to get inside of me" she said.

"Sure" I replied, happy to get a chance to come myself!

Christy took off her clothes, and showed me that around her waist she was wearing a leather harness. She took out a dildo, even bigger than the one I had been using on her. She slid it into a hole in her harness, and locked it in place. It looked like she had a huge hard-on! I was so scared as she dabbed some gel lubricant onto it, and moved her hand up and down as if she was jerking herself off.

"Now bend over Erin" she said. "You've been inside me. Tonight, I'm going to be the one going inside of *you*."

I turned, partly because I didn't have to see her with that *thing* on her! She came to me from behind, and very gently worked the tip of it into place. She was so gentle as she worked it in for the first time.

"Oh, Erin" she said. "I've wanted to get inside your pussy ever since I first saw you. It makes me so happy to be able to share my love with you for the first time."

She got inside of me, and began to rock back and forth, thrusting into me, building up rhythm, speed, going harder and harder. Soon, she was really pounding me. I felt a strange thrill of pleasure, a new feeling I couldn't even describe. I hated this *this* was making me feel good. But I couldn't help it. It *was*.

I went down on her, then used the dildo on her too. She loved every minute of it, and we cuddled in bed when we were done. Now at least there was a way for me to get some pleasure out of it too, and I was thankful that she was so considerate to try and help me out by doing this for me.

* * *

"Erin, how would you feel about dating a man?" she asked me.

"Didn't we talk about that before?" I said.

"Yes" she said. "But since then, you've not been able to get hard. And you told me how you like it when I do you with my strap-on. Just like a man can do. So I'm asking you, what you'd think of dating a man."

"I just couldn't do that" I replied. "I love *you*."

"Do you remember the strip club?" she said.

"How could I forget that?" I said. "It was my lifelong fantasy come true, all thanks to you."

"Well, I have a fantasy too that I'd like to live out."

"And what exactly is that?" I asked.

"I want to do a threesome" she said.

"Really?" I said, imagining myself with *two* women in bd."

"Yes" she said. "You, me and this totally hot guy I know from work. It would be my dream come true."

I was shocked. She wanted to share our bed with a *man*? Was this why she had been doing me with the strap-on, to get me into liking the shape and the feel of a penis? How could she want *that*? How could she want to bring another man into our bedroom? But then again, I wasn't much of a man myself anymore. I couldn't even get it up. Maybe she was right. Maybe I *should* spend more time as Erin. I was so confused, with so many conflicting emotions!

And beyond all of that, even if I was 100% in the erection department, she *had* done something I had always dreamed of, letting me live out a lifelong fantasy that I never thought could ever come to pass. I owed her so much! If this was something she was dreaming of all of her life, how could I tell her 'no' after what she did for me? Reluctantly, I was forced to tell her I would do it.

"I'm so glad" she said. "I think you'll enjoy it as much as I do."

* * *

I felt so nervous and scared the next Friday, as Christy and I prepared for the arrival of our guest, Brett. She told me he was really hot, with short spiky blonde hair, rugged good looks, and well built. We made a nice dinner, set the table, and poured a bottle of good wine, as we waited. I put on some mood music, while she lit candles, and folded the napkins just so.

When the door rang, I felt like I needed to run away.

"Go let him in" she said, as she was busy in the kitchen, her hands full.

I went to the door, and opened it up. When I saw the tall blonde man standing there, I knew it was *him*.

"Hi, you must be Erin" he said in his deep voice. "Christy has told me so much about you."

"And you must be Brett" I replied. "Won't you come in? Can I take your jacket."

"Thank you" he said, handing it to me. "Christy told me you were really hot. She was right."

I smiled as I hung up his jacket. I had on a tight tank-top, and a black skirt. I guess it was from wearing the waist cincher so much, but my body seemed to fit into girl's clothes so much better these days. I didn't need the padded panties anymore to have curves. I looked back over my shoulder and batted my eyelashes at him, as Christy had taught me to.

We had dinner together, drink the wine, and talked. Brett was really nice, and he really made me feel comfortable. It would be much easier to do what we were going to do, now that I got to know him a little bit. As the hour grew late, I dreaded what was coming though. Eventually Christy led us all to the bedroom. And there we all started to undress. She directed, telling each of us what to do, and how to do it. She had me kiss him touch his muscular hairy chest, which made me feel so strange!

But I felt worse when she had me use my hand to get him hard. Christy laid on the bed, and she instructed Brett to get inside of her. I watched him slide his large, hard dick into her receptive pussy. That was hard for me to take! Christy had me get on the bed, where she pulled up my skirt, and used her dildo to penetrate me. He was in her, and she was in me. And she was just screaming as Brett pounded her.

"Erin, please go down on me now" she said, when Brett withdrew from her. I didn't like this one bit; he had just come in her, and she wanted me to suck on her pussy! But I *had* to do what she wanted. This was her fantasy. I sucked her pussy, tasting her sweet juices along with the strange unfamiliar taste of come.

"Get it all baby" she said. "You don't want me to get pregnant, do you?"

As I licked and sucked, I had to watch her kissing Brett, as he fondled her breasts. I felt so weak, and I felt as if any trace of my manhood was gone. I wasn't a man anymore. Not after this. At least she didn't make me suck him, or put himself into me! I was so glad when it was all over, and even more relieved when Brett left for the night.

"I really hated seeing him inside of you like that" I said.

"I'm sorry" she replied. "But he *was* so wonderful, he made me come three times! He was quite a man"

I couldn't even get her to come once when I was inside her, unless I went down on her first. If I didn't feel inadequate enough, now it was even worse! I felt like I was going to cry. I loved her so much, and in a way I felt like I had just lost a part of her love.

"I know that was your fantasy, and you did everything I had imagined" I said. "But I hope we never do that again. I want to be the only one."

"I know" she said.

"And did you really mean it, about getting pregnant? I thought you were on the pill."

"I was, but since you couldn't get it up anymore, there was no need for me to stay on it" she replied.

"How did it feel when you kissed him?" she asked.

"I didn't like it. I only want to kiss you."

"I know that, dear" she said. "But how did you feel about kissing a man?"

"I felt weird" I said. "He put his hands on my boobs...."

"Yes" she said. "It turned me on *so* much to see that. When you were kissing him, and he put his hands on you like that, he really *wanted* you. That got me all wet."

I felt so confused and upset. I was just glad it was all over.

* * *

After the episode with Brett, I wanted to show Christy how much I loved her. So I did what she suggested, and started to spend each and every evening as Erin. She responded with kindness and love. We made love most nights, with her using the strap-on on me, and me going down on her, and perhaps using the dildo on her or a new vibrator that she bought.

"That was *so* good, Erin" she said, after I sucked her nipples while using the dildo on her. "I wish you would think about getting breast implants, so I could do that to you."

"I could take out my breast forms" I suggested.

"If you didn't have boobs, it wouldn't be exciting at all" she replied. "But if you had *real* boobs on your chest, think of the advantages. You wouldn't have to worry about your breast forms slipping. You wouldn't have to wash them or take care of them. You'd have *real* boobs, and it would be such a turn-on for me."

"I don't know" I said. How could I do that? It would mean committing to living full time as Erin. And I wasn't prepared to do that!

Erin did me with the strap-on next, and it was really good. She went to bed with it on, which kind of freaked me out! She took my hand in hers, and placed it right on the strap-on. She had made me suck on it before she did me, and I wondered why she was trying to get me used to it so much.

* * *

A few weeks later, we had a surprise one night as Brett stopped by, out of the blue. We sat on the couch and talked for a few hours. And then he started to make the moves on us. And much to my horror, Christy started to respond! Before I knew what was happening, we were in the bedroom together again!

Christy asked me to go down on her, which I did. As I used my tongue on her, I felt Brett lift up my skirt in the back. I almost jumped.

"Hold still Erin" she said. "Last time he did me. Now its *your* turn. Or would you rather see him inside me again? I thought you told me you didn't like that. I told him to do this, so you would be happy."

And what that I found myself with a man up inside me, as I was licking Christy's pussy! Afterwards, I felt so weird. I had just done it with a *man*. Me! I felt completely helpless again, like I had no control over my life anymore.

"So, how was your first time getting fucked by a man?" asked Christy.

"I don't know" I said. "I feel so weird about it, having him do that to me!"

"You should get 'the operation', so you can have him do it in your pussy next time."

I couldn't believe my ears! My girlfriend was telling me I should become a transsexual! She wanted me to have a pussy? And the other day, she told me she wished I'd go get breast implants. There was no doubt about it: Christy wanted me to become a woman!

"You'd be a real woman" she said.

"I don't want to become a woman!" I replied.

"Well, it's too late for that Erin. You are already becoming one."

I was shocked into silence. How could she say that?

"Ever since you moved in with me, I've had you on estrogen and testosterone blockers. You might have noticed how your shape is becoming more and more feminine. Your boobs are just starting to grow. Did you notice that? Or that all of the female hormones are making it impossible for you to have an erection."

"But you gave me pills to help with that..." I said.

"I gave you my birth control pills. They fool your body into thinking its pregnant. More female hormones in your bloodstream, dear. So as you can see, you *are* becoming a real woman. Your brain has been feminized already. When you first moved in, would you have kissed a man? Or let him do you? See? On the inside, you're a woman already. It is time to let the rest of your body catch up."

"I don't want to be a woman!" I said again.

"You've already made a man come. Face it Erin, your body turns men on. You're far more female than male anymore. Its too late. You can't ever go back. The person you were when we first met no longer exists. You're becoming a woman now, like it or not."

She told me she wanted to demonstrate something. She took off all of her clothes, and held my limp penis in her hand. Nothing happened. Then she put on her strap-on, and touched the tip of it to me. I had a little twitch down there.

"See?" she said. "You are more aroused by dick than by pussy. You're a woman on the inside already, even if you don't know it. You just need to let go your inhibitions Erin, and accept your femininity."

"I can't become a woman" I cried. "How could I go into work like that?"

"You don't have to" she replied. "I'm getting a promotion to manager at the end of the month. I'll be able to hire a secretary for myself. You can come work for me. We'll be together all day, every day. Won't it be wonderful? Nobody in the office will know you were ever a man. Even Brett thinks you're a girl. I just told him that you were shy, and didn't like to let anyone see your pussy. He doesn't suspect that you've got male parts down there. And you went to bed with him! Face it Erin, you're a woman now."

I just wasn't sure about this all, but she was right. I *was* more woman than man now.

"What happens next then, if I get the operation and the implants like you want? What happens to us?"

"That's the best part" she said, as she got down on one knee. She was naked, except for the strap-on she still wore. She reached under the bed and pulled out a little black box with velvet covering. She opened it up and I saw that inside was an engagement ring!

"Erin, will you marry me?" she said.

"Of course I will" I replied, quickly.

"That's wonderful" she said. "While you're still physically a man, we'll have a ceremony, and make it legal. Then you can have your operations, and become Erin physically and legally. We'll be married and we can be together forever.

"I was saving up to buy a ring for you" I said. "I was going to buy one soon."

"That's sweet" she said, "But you're the woman now, and *I* am the one to buy the ring and propose. In our relationship, you'll be the wife, and I'll be the husband."

She stood up, and we kissed. I could feel the strap-on poking into me.

"I know a doctor that can give your male parts a little injection. You'll get hard one last time, and they can milk you, so we can save some of the last sperm in your body. When its time, we can use them to get me pregnant. Unless you'd rather that I have Brett's children."

"No, of course not" I said, but I noticed that she was smiling. That had been a joke. I felt so bad about snapping at her like that.

"I'm sorry" I said quickly. "I've been so emotional lately."

"Just like a woman!" she said. "You chicks are so hard to deal with sometimes."

We both laughed.

* * *

I held baby Tammy in my arms and smiled at her. She had Christy's eyes, but my nose and my hair color. She was a mix of the both of us. I was so happy that we were parents now! We had decided that I'd quit my job so I could stay home and raise our baby. Christy was moving up the management chain at work, and she earned enough money that I could be a stay-at-home mother. My only regret was that I was incapable of breast feeding her. I felt inadequate as a woman sometimes! I wished I had been born a real woman sometimes, because I missed out on some special things like that. Christy told me I was luck that I didn't have to go through having a period each month, but I wasn't too sure.

But I didn't care about that. I was so happy about Tammy. It was such a thrill to be a new mother! Christy and I were so happy together now that we were married. We were soulmates, lovers, and I felt like we were made for each other. I so glad that I was her wife. I was so happy now! My life was perfect, now that I had become a woman.

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