'Failure is not an option.' finis
Natalie came down the stairs in just a pair of high heels enjoying the feeling of how his body moved. Kissing Kurt he went to make the coffee making sure to use cream as he liked it.
It had started out as just a simple row but turned into a shouting match with words being said that were hurtful. He had always known his father’s beliefs towards the LGBTQ community was archaic yet when he accused Billy of being gay because he was using a purse he replied ‘so what? maybe I am…it’s my life not yours’.
His mother tried to calm things sending her husband out of the house on an errand while she took Billy to her bedroom for a heart to heart talk. The conversation started with her admitting she knew he enjoyed wearing her panties. Holding his hands in hers she took note the nails were manicured covered in clear polish atop their oval shape.
“Billy a woman can always tell when someone has been rummaging through her intimate wear drawer. I understand my pretties have their appeal. You can confide in me I’ve always known you were not much of a roughhousing boy who’d get in trouble like so many.”
Billy smiled back. Unzipping his jeans by their side zip he pulled them down enough to show her. The woman had spotted it right off knowing only females wear those kind.
“Mom I have my own panties now besides it’s more than just that.”
He took off his ‘Beavis and Butthead’ sweatshirt that had the two characters snarling with grins. Underneath the satin camisole was outlined by the distinctive and unmistakable contour of developing breasts.
Her hand lifted to her mouth.
“Oh dear me.”
Billy pulled the black elastic hairband off his ponytail pitchforking his fingers in to create volume he finished by giving a shake letting it cascade along his shoulder line.
“Mother if you really care you won’t mind me saying it…”
He bit his lip nervously and shimmied out of the jeans.
“I call myself Natalie now.”
Curious the mother let her hands lift the camisole top off first revealing the piece of bellybutton jewelry dangling.
“They’re so pretty……Natalie….and so is your name. Do the nipple piercings hurt?”
She slid close and hugged her only son. His face smooth as silk from a series of laser hair removal treatments caressed hers. Pulling back his a-cups gave off a jiggle highlighted by the areolas with small metal barbells that seem to make them pout out fuller.
“No mom…they just make them more sensitive.”
Like many a mother she had a practical side when it came to her children.
“You’re going to need a bra fitting…I should call Helga and see if she can slip us in this week.”
“Mother I have a lover…he’s nice and treats me good. I know dad won’t want to hear that either…you know…… that he has a son who is in his 10th month of transitioning and one who is in love with another male.”
It can be said accurately as a group females have always been known to have a more compassionate and understanding view of the world.
“Natalie though we may like to think we can predict it one can never guess who they might fall in love with.”
Kissing his cheek she took out one of her 3 carat Diamond stud earring and slid it in his ear before doing the same with the other.
“Consider it a gift from a mother to her daughter.”
“What will dad say?”
“I just let him think he’s in charge I run things around here….besides I have a few more pairs that are similar. Would you mind if we throw that sweatshirt out. I want you in a proper top. Once you get a taste of high thread count cashmere you’ll thank me.”
Kurt motioned for Natalie to sit on his lap thin as a wisp of air the t-girl pivoted in the heels he’d grown accustom to being in and slid on the pair of legs.
“Mother wants me to go shopping with her.”
“Sure babe sounds like she’s cool with things. She say anything about your piercings.”
”She told me she wished she could get hers done. Mom is a lot hipper then she lets on.”
“I’m still glad we took off your chastity cage Nat-girl that may have been a bridge too far had she seen it.”
The t-girl had no hesitations about saying the word as she slid to the floor.
“Daddy….can I taste you?”
Like any male Kurt would know better to ever refuse a blow-job. Fluttering his eyelashes drenched in mascara Natalie eased the sweats off Kurt’s hips. On his knees his butt cheeks touching his heels Natalie moaned out as the cock slid in his mouth. One hand began to pump the piece while his other tickled and teased the pair of balls he’d grown so accustom to enjoy touching as his tongue slid along the shaft.
Natalie’s lips glided over the top of the head of the cock letting his tongue swirl around it once inside his mouth. She flicked at the underside before dropping her mouth further down the stiffness. Her hand came up and pulled her long hair to the side only to see it fall back to where it was moments earlier as she sucked on the cock.
Kurt put his hand firmly on top of the head of his Natalie he’d always like the feeling of power it gave him when he did it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….you’re the best little cocksucker this side of the Mississippi....baby were getting married next week I know a good thing when I see it."
The warm cream violently erupted out as though it was a ‘Wildcat’ oil strike blasting forth stream after stream. Natalie made sure to not miss a drop as it filled his mouth. Kurt new he’d found what he’d been looking for now wanting to make Natalie his bride one day.
The days of being called ‘John’ a thing of the past ‘Katie’ eased her head out the opening in her puppy cage. The sense of being exposed as powerless was palpable. On hands and knees the budding t-girl enjoyed the sensations of a pair of a-cup breasts hanging down from his chest.
Domina Vanessa eased Maid Tamera closer the more feminine the former husband became the more moments of bashfulness he displayed. Just that morning Katie had practiced sucking on the latex dildo left in his cage. Seeing the gurlie-boi penis of Tamera got his hopes up he was about to taste the real thing.
Tamera rocked back and forth on his heels naked but for the platform pumps he looked at the woman.
“Like this my mistress….I’ve become such a girl I’m not sure it gets hard anymore.”
Vanessa had taken off the chastity cage he’d grown so use to wearing.
“Just close your eyes and enjoy the sensations while I pump. It’s time Katie felt the comforting splash of warm cream on her face.
Katie opened his mouth slightly in the hopes he may catch some in it. Tamera smiled feeling it get hard for the first time in months. Her hands dropped to hold at her thin waist as she pushed her pelvis closer.
Within minutes the semen was filtering its way up the shaft. Commonly described as premature ejaculation Tamera had lost the ability to control his orgasm. Vanessa stroked his penis bringing him to the edge of excitement’
“Oh my mistress….ewww, ewww…I think I’m going to …ewww …ewwww… the way you touch my boi-clitty…eewwww…eeewwwww.”
Shortly after Mistress Vanessa’s stroking began as though officially christening a new initiate into her girl-world his penis took to spitting out cream on Katie’s face.
“Yes very nice ….now Katie do you have something to say for yourself?”
“Maam please forgive me for my past sins I know now its best I live as a woman.”
The ‘Uber’ driver was thrilled to get a trip to the airport despite the hype most share-ride drivers really didn’t make all that much money. First Katie tried to push the suit-case closed before sitting on it. The lid dropped enough to close it with one clip locked. Her arms strained while she struggled with the 2nd before her hand slipped.
Right it off to 22 months of estrogen that had taken a body from 220 to a weak 136 pounds as she burst into tears. In her bra and panties Tamera looked at Katie holding her hand up.
“Look Tammy….I broke a nail …what am I going to do?....oh its ruined.”
The t-girl sat on the bed as she cried. The two had become as close as sisters.
“It’s ok Katie…there sweetie don’t cry we can glue a faux nail on to get you through your difficulty.”
“Come, come girls our ride is here…what seems to be the problem?”
Hugging each other Katie and Tamera looked up at Mistress Vanessa.
“Katie broke her nail Maam.”
Vanessa moved close lifting Katie’s chin she looked at the t-girl.
“Life as a t-girl can be so hard can’t it baby? Tamera bring your repair kit and you two can fix it in the car.”
The lights of Las Vegas could be seen in the valley below as the airplane banked to the right before lowering. 15 minutes later the trio of a mistress and her two t-girls walked down the concourse. Katie and Tamera would be the first to admit they enjoyed having the breast augmentation procedure that had made a d-cup bra a necessity.
Each step they took produced an attractive bounce to their bosom that they were proud to display.
Out in front of the terminal the group caught the eye of a well dressed 6’ 5”alpha male.
“Say would you ladies like a ride to town, my limo is way too big for just me.”
“Me too what a coincidence.,,,,names Bill.”
Katie and Tamera seemed a million miles away sitting in the far seats while Vanessa and Bill conversed.
As the ride got close to the hotel he pointed out the window after lowering.
“That clubs mine …the one I spoke of early…have a couple others here and in Reno. You know you might enjoy seeing your two cuties being put on display.”
Vanessa leaned over whispering in his ear.
“Hey I like girls like that…and so does my crowd sexy t-girls are the latest thing. I don’t know if you believe in love at first sight yet that Katie really gets me going. Truth is at the club I’m short one ‘pole-climber’ ….damn Russian club’s picked off one of my best dancer’s…..I have a woman partner she run things…we split 50/50 and make sure our girls are well paid and taken care off.”
Vanessa looked at Tamera and Katie before looking back at Bill.
“Let’s do it now….just Katie, she has had lessons in comportment and ballet so maybe she’ll find it a calling.”
Bill leaned over pushing the switch of the widow divider
“Chauncey turn the car we’ll go to my club.’
The driver yelled back
‘Yes sir boss.”
Inside the upscale strip club Tamera walked behind a stride of her Mistress Vanessa while being leashed. Sitting at poker terminals lining the wall by the entrance the males nearby took to gawking at the t-girl as the two made their way to the preferred side of the velvet rope in the VIP lounge area.
Katie was third inline of the chorus girls walking out to the u-shaped stage that penetrated into the onlookers turning to the right after reaching the apex she spotted her Mistress waving.
A geeky nerd of a customer looking comfortable being with the rest of the bunch of wankers was waving a handful of bills at her. Thin enough to be seen as a full breasted sex-bomb she spun in place grateful her ballet training was paying off.
Pointed nails long enough they could open a mailed letter if needed she put both hands on her shapely hips and looked down with a smile. It had amazed her to see just how much female hormones reshaped the body of a male turned trans.
Arching her back she gave off a shake to her d-cups sure it would be rewarded. The male peeled of bill after bill stuffing each one in the high hip waist-band of the glittering pantie.
By the end of the weekend she had moved in with the club’s owner Bill. A kiss at the airport to both Tamera and Domina Vanessa had her crying unsure when they would next see each other.
Bill slid his finger in and out of Katie’s mouth as she sat. The sequenced lingerie bra top back in place matching her thong her lips held still as though it represented a phallus sliding back and forth. Engagement ring in place she now only danced at home for her lover.
Bill slowly moved his arm with Katie following his hand and the finger still in her mouth. He guided her to the floor until she knelt at his bare feet. The implication was clear she was to kiss his toes as way of acknowledging his dominance.
The silver dangling earrings chimed out clinking its metal pieces as the t-girl kissed his feet.
“Your bra…take it off babe.”
Seconds later the large twin pair of d-cups pierced with metal barbells broke free spilling out it made Katie feel so womanly to have them move like they did. It pleased Bill to see the flower tattoo resting in place on her lower back. Full rounded her butt could only be described as a great ass by anyone who saw it.
Yet it was what now was between her legs that spoke to the true changes she had experienced in an effort to become a complete post-op t-girl. Katie let her eyes lift to take in the sight of the 7” cock. Seeing it reminded her of what she once had. Truth was the former bull-stud who had liked cuckolding many a husband now enjoyed the act of penetration in a different manner more befitting a luscious looking woman.
“Katie babe…your thong….lets have it off its time I shagged you… honey you ready for a proper fuck?”
Katie lifted letting her thin arms move around his neck. By the time she had been prepped for the surgery that would replace his penis with a functioning vagina mentally Katie was all in.
Now she found herself having fallen hopelessly in love with a wealthy male who’d protect her.
“Oh daddy I need you so bad…there is something about you that drives me wild.… I love you.”
Bill bent her over the edge of the couch and waited until he was inside her to declare the same.
“Ugggg oh yea ….you feel so good Katie… I love you too.”
It had taken time to adjust no longer a swinging dick between his legs the only things that moved was the pair of breasts ……and his bottom cheeks when she walked or was fucked from behind. Thin at the waist Katie easily pushed back with her hips taking in as much of the hardness as she could.
Whenever she was penetrated by her husband she concentrated on one thing…making him come. The t-girl had learned many a lesson from Domina Vanessa yet the one that stuck the most was simple….’failure is not an option’.