Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 02:38:58 -0500 From: Suburban Cutiepie Subject: The Willing THE WILLING (TG/Anal/Oral) by Blair S. Melancholy_Exile@hotmail.com Be a good reader. Send me your responses! It took a long time for all the bandages to come off. It had been a long process, actually. I spent a lot of time under the knife. On hormone therapy. But the day had finally come. I would finally unveil the new me unto the world. I stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment in Downtown Toronto. I was a person of pickiness and everything had to look perfect. The mirror, it was a nineteenth century Champagne, France style. Restored, of course. Just as the matching armoire was. Part of the reason why I lived rather lavishly is because my apartment is extremely cheap. Yet I turned what asked for $500.00 in rent money into a chance to create a rose among thorns. In a building with drug dealers, pimps, prostitutes, and junkies, I maintained my dignity. I reached up and grabbed an end of the white gauze. I sighed slightly, and began to unwrap it. The bandage swept around and around my face, and the thick layer of white cotton mesh around my face slowly disappeared. After being concealed for months as the scar tissue healed over, I finally had a chance to see how I'd look. I had my eyes shut for the final moments. But now the gauze was in a pile at my feet. My eyes opened, and the sight I witnessed was shocking. Staring back at me was a devastatingly beautiful girl. She had blonde hair, wavy and down to her shoulders. Although it was untamed at the moment, it obviously held a lot of potential. Her chin was sharp, yet rounded at the end. Lips were full, kissable, with her lower lip just fuller than her upper lip. Her eyes were large and almond shaped, eyebrows shaped into archs. Yet the most amazing sight was her body. She was fit, and to merely say fit is an understatement. She had a narrow waist and wide hips, a thin stomach with C Cups inprisoned within her bra. That woman was me. My sex change operation had been a success. I giggled, and the girl in front of me giggled in her feminine voice. I blew a kiss at the image and she blew a kissed at me. I jumped up and down with excitement. I had the body of a goddess, and thankfully since my face was rather feminine beforehand, a face that would have any man grovelling at his feet for her. I was finally complete! Well, not quite. I looked down at my open bathrobe and saw the buldge in my silk, black panties. My cock. Erect, it was a modestly sized 7", but quite thick. It was the envy of my lovers, who said I really knew how to use it. I liked thinking that. I especially liked it when they said the same thing about my mouth. I decided I needed to display my new self. So, going into my armoire, I began to pick out an outfit. And it was quite hard to decide, what to wear for my sexy new premiere. Going through my clothes, I decided to pick out something I had bought but never dared wear. It was a purple velvet skirt, cut short to just above the knees that would show off my shapely, smooth legs. I ran my hand over it and giggled, thinking what it would be like to wear it on the streets, and have every man drooling over my wonderful figure. For a top, I picked a white and baby blue-blended silk blouse, and a black corduroy jacket that fit snug around my 24" waist. I needed to shower before my debut to the world, so I headed to my bathroom. I had replaced the ugly, old, rusted tub with a deep tub, perfect for luxurious bubblebaths. The bathroom smelled of roses. Pulling aside the shower curtain, I slipped off my undergarments and my robe. I stood, naked, before the bathroom mirror. I ran a hand up my tight stomach and cupped my full breast. I moaned, feeling my nipples swell and harden. My girlcock began to harden, and I blushed and went to go run the water. The shower was the best shower of my life. After thoroughly washing my lovely blonde locks, I soaped up my body. Feeling myself clean was absolutely delicious. At the end of the shower, though, I slipped a soapy finger up my tight boypussy. Give me ecstacy. One finger turned to two, and I had two fingers pumping up my tight hole as my other fist ran up and down on my hard, straining blood-laden cock. Give me majesty. One finger turned to two turned to three turned to my waterproof vibrator. Give me a loud, noisy cum. My vibrator went in and out of me, my tight boypussy contracting around it as I moaned, thrashing about, sprawled out in my tub as the water beated down on me. My fingers pinched the top of my head, around the crown, and I pushed that vibrating, godlike thing against my A-Spot. Moaning, I fucked myself on the humming missile. No longer pumping my cock in my hand, I prepared for an untouched orgasm. Over and over, the pink vibrator pressed against my prostate, and suddenly I bucked hard, letting out a loud, girlish scream as I began to cum all over my chest. I laid there, exhausted, until I finally found the will to get up and wash off. I spent the next few hours in post-orgasm bliss, doing my hair and getting dressed before doing my makeup. My hair was layered and long, beautiful even. I ran a hand through it before slipping some gel in as well as some hairspray. My makeup was the most fun. I had a deep rouge lipstick on, with dark mascara that gave my eyes a sultry look. My eyeliner was navy blue. I added some blush to accentuate my cheekbones. At long last, the beautiful Blair was before me. The beautiful me. I winked at my own reflection before grabbing my purse and heading out. I had to get used to being a female, full-time. Especially since I was due at my new job at a graphic's design company in five days. It was a good thing, considering my money was low. I had spent my savings on the surgery, and keeping me sustained in the after-math. I opened the door to my apartment and slipped out into the hall. Locking my five locks (one can't be too careful in a building like this), I headed for the stairs. I was used to walking in heels, so my onyx stilettos weren't an obstacle for me. Living on the ninth floor provided a great many flights to walk down, so I prepared myself for slight exhaustion. Little did I know, however, that I wouldn't make it past the seventh. I turned on the landing and started my way down the flight of stairs when I heard the door open. Footsteps pursued me, and so I continued my course, not looking back in fear of attracting attention. It was then, however, that I felt a hand over my mouth. I was paralyzed with fear for a while until I finally gathered my wits. Struggling as the man dragged me down the hallway of the seventh floor, I analyzed the situation. I was being kidnapped. Not only that, but in all likelyhood, I would be raped and killed soon after due to my secret between my legs. The man kidnapping me was a junky, I knew that. Not only could I see track marks from where he shot his heroin into his arm, but I could also smell crack-cocaine on him. He opened the door to what I assumed was his apartment, #261, and I was thrown in. I heard the locks of the door click shut. I was sealed in with this madman. He turned and looked at me. Although he wasn't unattractive, in my current situation he looked like scum. He had a shaved head, was young (roughly 27), and wore a tight shirt and jeans. He seemed thin, likely because he spent most of his money on drugs. He stepped towards me, and I struggled to get up. I soon fell forwards onto my face and pain shot up my leg. I had sprained my ankle. Give me injustice. He grinned as I collapsed and made his way towards me. "Look," I pleaded, to no avail. "This is wrong! Trust me, you don't want this!" He shook his head, his bloodshot eyes shining with desire. His footsteps brought him closer to me; close enough I could smell him. He unzipped his pants and dropped them. Sticking out of the slit in his boxers was a huge, 9" uncut cock. He said one slurred word: "Suck." I looked at him, getting so hard, and I found myself getting hard, too. I leaned forward and licked up his shaft, before slipping him between my lips. I sucked hard, my cheeks puffing in and out as my mouth bobbed up and down him, leaving some lipstick around the base of his thick shaft. I had one of my hands up my skirt, massaging my hard cock, pressed tight between my legs within my panties. I felt his hands on my head, and I looked up to see him thrust hard. I felt his cock slide past my gag-reflex and into my throat. He let out a moan of victory, as if in proclaimation, before he began to ravage my face. Fucking my face, his hairy sack slapped against my chin and my nose was buried in his dense pubic hair. He was moaning as he roughly fucked me. I felt him swell, I felt him twitch, I felt him on the verge of cumming. But he pulled out. I was disappointed at first. But then he forced me on my stomach, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up so I was bent over his ratty couch. His hands went up my skirt, and he ripped off my panties. The pause was unsettling. I knew what he saw was a hard, 7" girlcock dripping with precum. I didn't know how he'd react. "Even better." he mumbled, almost incoherent. Thats when he pushed into me. My sphincter opened up around him, contracting and milking him as he slowly slid inside of me, pinning me down with one hand. He began to roughly fuck me in my boypussy, and I found myself fucking back. Even due to the circumstances, even due to the status of the man inside of me, there was something about him that made me incredibly horny. Something about the situation. He was thrusting fast and hard, his hard cock slipping deep into me with every piston-like thrust. I was tight, having not been fucked in a while (especially not by a huge man). And while it hurt for the first few moments, it soon turned to ecstacy. The man was moaning as he fucked his captive t-girl, me. And he loved every minute of it. He bucked hard against my tight, heart-shaped ass. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of slapping wet flesh and moans, both caused by both parties. My sphincter held tight suddenly, and his moans became sharp, high-pitched. With his cock in my ass, swelling, I found myself on the verge of cumming. My hand started to jerk me off, darting up and down my shaft, lubricated only with the copious precum that dripped from me. I felt my balls tighten, my heartbeat quicken. My mouth opened wide. "I'm coming n--" It was then that I felt him pull out of my ass. I felt suddenly disappointed. But then, then his cock slid past my lips. He pulled me harshly towards him and pushed my head down on his throbbing hard shaft. I could taste him and myself on him. My fist pumping furiously, I started to suck his dirty cock clean. Like a good little slut should. He groaned in euphoria before he bucked hard. His cock pumped cum, flooding my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, coming all the while myself. My explosion splattered up on my chest and dribbled down onto my thighs. His cum fueled my desire. Tasting not too tarty or sweet, but that perfectly balanced flavour... It was delicious. He warned me when he let me go, four fuckings later, that if I told anyone what happened he would kill me. He complained that the last thing he needed to go to prison for was rape. I grinned at him. "You can't rape the willing." With a wink, I left him at that. After all, I had a body to debut.