Christine Taylor A Transgender Story By Paula Thomas
After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I sat on the end of the bed to put on my lingerie. First I slipped on a lacy ivory bra, which my 34C breasts filled out nicely. An ivory garter belt and smoky taupe stockings came next, since panty hose are much too uncomfortable with my current anatomy. Ivory boy panties and a short half slip were next, and finally I reached for my high heels, 3" brown alligator patent, to finish the job for now.
Moving to my makeup desk I sat and applied a minimal amount, mostly mascara and lipstick, and a subtle darkening of my eyebrows with a pencil. At age 18, with a clear complexion, I hardly needed any makeup at all. But, my mom's driving me to college this morning, about 100 miles away, so I figured I should try to look my best.
I sat back and surveyed my work. Not bad, I thought, I look like a pretty young woman. My shoulder length auburn hair had dried so I fluffed it up a bit and brushed it into the style I prefer. As I added a light spray of perfume my mother called from the hallway. "Chris," she said, sounding a little exasperated, "please hurry so we can leave. We have a long drive ahead."
Reaching in my closet I took out the only skirt that wasn't already loaded in the car, a brown and ivory paisley number in stretch polyester that fell just below my knees, and a cognac colored knit top, both from Coldwater Creek. After putting them on I added a gold necklace and gold hoop earrings to finish the look. Standing up, I dropped my makeup into my purse and went into the bathroom where the light was a bit better, for a final check of my outfit and makeup.
As I was looking in the mirror my mom stood in the doorway admiring me. "Wow," she said, "you look great today Chris. You're a very pretty girl."
"Thanks mom," I replied, glancing over my shoulder, "I really owe it all to you. But please, call me Christine, or Chrissie if you prefer. Chris sounds too much like a boy's name."
"Oh, all right, it's Christine from now on," she replied. "This isn't exactly easy for me you know, with you becoming a woman and going off to college."
I glanced at her in the mirror and smiled. "Thanks mom, I knew you'd understand," I said as I finished and turned to leave.
You see, I was born a male, and it wasn't until just before puberty that I started sensing that I was, well, different. I'm small for a typical male. In fact, today I'm only about 5'5" and 120 pounds, but size wasn't the only issue. I just knew I was different.
When I was 13 my mom and I had a talk about it, and I told her I really wanted to be a girl. She was very understanding and took me to a doctor, a gender specialist in town, who interview me, then gave me a physical exam. He suggested a female hormone treatment to bring my body and mind into balance. So, from age 13 until now I've taken hormones, which have had a dramatic effect on my body. I now have female hips and breasts, my skin has softened, and body hair is no longer an issue.
My mom also took me shopping many times over the past 5 years, buying me all sorts of dresses, skirts, blouses, high heels, stockings, lingerie, and everything else I would need to dress as the girl I wanted to be. By age 15 I was going with her to the mall as a girl every weekend, and passing easily. My hair had grown quite long, and I learned to style it. I also learned about makeup, both from mom and from the women who worked in a beauty salon she favored.
Earlier this year the doctor said it would be up to me whether I wished to have surgery or not, but I needed to live full time as a woman for at least a year before it would be considered. Well, I probably don't need to tell you that going full time
while still going to high school just wasn't possible. However, leaving town to attend college some distance away meant it was possible now, even desirable in my mind, to live full time as a woman. I spent this entire summer as a woman, preparing for this. In fact, in June I gladly threw away all of my male clothes. Which brings us to today, the start of my new life. I couldn't be more thrilled and excited by the prospect of it.
Mom and I talked at length during the long drive to college. She wanted to make sure I was going to be careful and not get into a situation that I couldn't control. I understood her concerns, but felt that I had completely mastered the art of being a woman and nobody would ever suspect I wasn't what I appeared to be. Upon arriving at the college, mom helped me load my things into my dorm room before she left for home. Fortunately, I had a room to myself, at least for now.
The following day I met with the academic advisor, who laid out the course of study for my first year. Biology and the associated lab class were part of the course load, a fact that would ultimately change everything, as you'll see.
When classes started later in the week, I found my way to the biology lab class, and took a seat at a table. I was told by the professor that my lab partner, arranged by alphabet, would be Phil Turner, although he had yet to arrive. As I perused the course book I didn't notice that someone had taken the seat next to mine, until I turned and looked up from my book. Next to me was an absolute dream, tall, slender, and handsome beyond belief.
"Hi," he said smiling as his eyes met mine. "I'm Phil, and I guess we're lab partners this semester."
Stammering a bit, I responded by offering my hand, which he took gently. "Hi Phil," I said as I turned my chair a bit toward him. "I'm Christine, or Chrissie if you like. This is just my second day of classes so I'm not sure about anything yet, but yes, we're lab partners this year."
"Well, I like Chrissie to tell you the truth, so that's what I'll call you," he said, sliding his chair a bit closer. "They didn't tell me the lab class would come complete with such a pretty partner." I blushed as his eyes wandered over my short skirt, stocking clad legs and high heels.
Just then the professor called the class to order, so our flirting ended for the time being.
Two days later I was sitting in the Student Union having a cup of coffee and reading an English assignment. It was a little noisy, but I just tuned everything out and concentrated on reading. Suddenly, I became aware of someone sitting across the table from me. Startled, I looked up and nearly gasped. It was Phil, just staring at me, with a sweet smile on his face. "Phil," I said, "what are you doing here? You really startled me."
"Oh, I spotted you here just now," he said, "so I thought I'd join you. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? No, I don't mind," I replied, "but you caught me by surprise. Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?"
"Coffee, no thanks," he said, "but I would like to join you for a bit. I have a class in 20 minutes so I have some time. I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie Saturday night?"
"Oh Phil, I'd love to," I said, smiling. "Will you pick me up, or should we meet somewhere?" I was thrilled to be asked on a date by this dreamboat, and during my first week of college too.
"I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock at your dorm, if that's okay," he said. "The movie starts at 7:30. Maybe we can get a beer or two afterwards."
"Sure," I replied, "a beer would be great. I'll see you Saturday at 7. Right now I have to get to class. See you." With that I reached over and lightly touched his arm. Smiling warmly to him, I picked up my books and walked out of the Student Union building, knowing full well his eyes were following my every movement. Just the thought of him watching me was a thrill, so I made sure to sway my hips enough to put on a good show for him. Oh God, I thought, a date with Phil Turner during my first week here. He probably has no idea how much I want to suck his cock. Well, I'll wear something special for him and really get his attention.
Saturday finally arrived, and after doing homework and washing my hair, I had a small bite to eat, then started getting ready for my date with Phil. Black lingerie was in order, starting with my black lacy bra, matching garter, black mist stockings and black panties. Black lingerie, I thought, was really sexy, but he'd never see it. Or at least I hoped not, not this soon anyway. I added several squirts of Emeraude by Coty, a perfume no man could resist.
After finishing my makeup, with eye shadow and a couple of layers of mascara, I picked out a silk blouse in lavender and pink, a black knee length knit pencil skirt with a wide black patent belt, along with 3" black patent high heels. A gold necklace and dangling gold earrings finished the ensemble. I looked really hot in this outfit, I thought. Just then the buzzer sounded, telling me Phil was in the lobby. Time to go, I thought, with a shiver of anticipation. I couldn't get the thought of sucking his cock out of my mind.
Phil stood in the lobby waiting as I entered. His jaw dropped when he saw me, stammering a bit, unsure what to say. "Wow, Chrissie, you really look great tonight," he finally said as he collected himself. "Sexiest girl on campus, I think, and I have the first date with you."
I smiled at him, placing my arm in his as we headed to the door. "Just keep that thought in your head Phil," I said as our shoulders and hips touched while we walked to his car. "Sexy, maybe, starved for sex, no. I'm just hoping we have a good time tonight. And I'm really glad you asked me out. From the first time we met I was hoping you would," I said as my hand slid down and took his, our fingers interlocking. Just then we reached his car, so he opened the door for me, waiting until I was in and settled before closing it. A gentleman, I thought.
The movie, unfortunately, wasn't so good, so we left half way through it and went to a small pizza parlor for beer and conversation. It was a good idea, actually, as it gave us an opportunity to talk. And talk we did, for nearly 3 hours. I was just a little tipsy when we left and headed back to the dorm. But Phil wasn't done just yet. He begged to come up to my room, so I relented and let him. I was still hoping things would go my way tonight.
Once in my room he sat on the bed, motioning me to join him, which I did. He put his arm around me and pulled me toward him, kissing me gently at first, then with more passion. With my inhibitions lowered because of the alcohol, I
responded with passion of my own. He slowly unbuttoned my blouse, sliding his hand in and fondling my breasts. I was becoming dangerously aroused.
"Oh Phil," I panted breathlessly. "We should slow down a little. I'm getting much too hot."
"Just what I wanted Chrissie," he said as he pulled me down beside him on the bed. Kissing me passionately as he fumbled with my blouse, he breathlessly said, "I really want you tonight babe, I want to make love to you right now."
I struggled to keep him from putting his hand up my skirt, discovering my secret. I needed to regain control of the situation, and fast.
Desperate, I said, "Please Phil, just feel my breasts for now. We're going too fast." But he persisted, trying to get my skirt off. Finally I sat up, looking at him as I straightened my skirt. "Look, you're really aroused right now, and so am I," I said, breathing hard. "But making love is not in the cards right now. I know you need to be satisfied, and I'm willing to help with that. Just not love making, okay?"
He looked at me quizzically as he sat up. "What do you mean you're willing to help?"
Back in control again, I slid my hand up his leg to his groin, slowly messaged his growing erection through his pants. "How would you like having this in my mouth?" I asked softly as I looked into his eyes. "It's all I've thought about since we met, what it would feel like, having you get really hard as I slide my mouth up and down your shaft, having you come in my mouth. Are you interested?"
Phil looked at me with a combination of surprise and lust. Stammering a bit, he said, "Ah, wow, yeah Chrissie, that would be great. I'd really love to come in your mouth tonight." I smiled at him as I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it quickly, then sliding his zipper down. He helped by lifting his hips up and sliding his pants and boxers down to his ankles.
There it was finally, a lovely 7" cock, perfectly sculpted and cut. My hand went down to it and I slowly stroked it. The head was slightly pink, with pre-come starting to form. I quickly lowered myself down, my tongue moving up and down the shaft, as he squirmed with delight.
"It's beautiful Phil," I whispered as my tongue worked on his erection. "This is exactly what I was hoping we'd end up doing. I want you to enjoy this tonight sweetheart." With that my mouth slowly engulfed his cock, as my lips slid up and down the shaft, my tongue swirling around it. I was in heaven, wanting him to explode in my throat. I worked quickly up and down, waiting for his sweet come to fill my mouth.
Phil was really getting hot now, breathing rapidly. "Oh Chrissie, god that feels so good," he moaned, as his hips rose and fell in time with my movement. I wanted him deeper in me, so I pulled him to his feet as I slid to the floor on my knees, my mouth never leaving his throbbing erection. As he stood over me he began ramming his cock into my mouth like a piston, his hands pulling on the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper. His hips moved faster and faster as he literally fucked my face with a passion I hadn't seen before. I loved every second of it.
Finally, he cried out with a moan as he exhaled, his hands pulling hard on my head as his cock exploded, his climax filling my mouth and throat. I sucked for all I was worth, swallowing his seed. That was the best climax I'd ever had the pleasure of swallowing. I remained on my knees, my mouth impaled on his now softening erection, my nose buried in his pubic hairs. After a bit he released my head and withdrew his cock, collapsing on the bed exhausted.
I sat next to him, holding his hand and kissing him softly. "Do you feel better now sweetheart," I asked.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. Raising his head up, he said, "Better isn't quite the right word. I feel great. That was simply the best I've ever had."
"Good," I responded, "now maybe we can establish some ground rules if we're going to date often. First, we can only date on Saturday nights, as I need the rest of the week for my studies, okay? Second, only oral sex, not intercourse, okay?"
He studied me for a moment, then said, "Fine by me Chrissie. I was hoping you wanted to date regularly. And yeah, Saturday nights are pretty much it for me as well. Too much homework. And I still think you're the sexiest girl on campus, and I'm glad you want to go steady." He leaned back and smiled warmly.
Thus began our weekly trysts. We kept to this arrangement for 4 months, with a short break for Christmas holidays. After the first of the year we started a new semester, and our lab class was over. We only saw each other on Saturdays and once in a while in the Student Union. Still, it was a good arrangement as far as I was concerned. He got to go steady with a pretty girl and got his cock sucked as part of the bargain. I got a weekly dose of his come in my mouth. A pretty good deal for both of us, I thought. The added bonus was that I had become quite fond of him in the process.
Then, in late January he said he wanted us to go to a concert at a casino quite a distance away. It would entail staying over Saturday night in the casino's hotel. Intrigued with the idea of sleeping with him, I said yes, although I wasn't sure how I would actually handle it.
So, that Saturday we drove to the casino and checked into their hotel. Phil went down to try his luck in the casino while I changed into my dress for the evening. It was a shimmering teal dress in acetate and spandex, low cut and knee length. Black mist stocking and black patent high heels, plus a necklace and earrings, finished off the ensemble. With 3" of cleavage showing I looked simply stunning.
We enjoyed the concert, and after it was over we had several drinks in the bar before heading up to our room. Once again the alcohol had reduced my inhibitions significantly. I was all over him once the door closed, kissing him, rubbing his erection through his pants, whispering in his ear how much I liked him. It was then I noticed some new things in the room. There were flowers, lots of flowers around the room, and next to the bed an ice bucket with a bottle in it.
"Phil, sweetie," I cooed in his ear, "what are all these flowers doing here? And is that Champagne in the bucket?"
He stepped back a bit and smiled. "Oh," he said, "I had them delivered while we were at the show. And no, that's just some chilled white wine. I thought you might like to relax with it tonight."
My radar was sounding the alarm now. This was a seduction he was planning, I was sure of it. "Well, sure Phil," I said, with a wry smile on my face. "I love white wine. And the flowers are a nice touch." I put my arms around him, kissing him passionately several times.
"Did you see those guys at the bar checking you out?" he said, chuckling a bit. I'll bet they were really turned on seeing you in that gorgeous dress. I know I'm pretty aroused right now."
"Come on Phil," I said softly, "let's have some wine and calm down a little." I moved over to the bed, pouring myself a glass. Sitting on the bed I slowly sipped the wine, watching him over the rim of the glass. He eventually joined me, so I poured him a glass and handed it to him. He looked thoughtful, like he was trying to figure out his next move.
"I'll be honest Chrissie," he said finally, "I'm falling in love with you and I really want to see you undressed tonight. I know, no intercourse, but maybe we could just snuggle in bed for the night." He sounded very sincere, leaving me with the feeling that I was trapped. Go along with him and reveal my secret, or don't go along. Either way I figured I'd lose him forever.
Well, only one thing to do, and hope for the best. I stood up and reached back to unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor. His jaw dropped as he looked on in amazement, leaving him speechless for a moment. I reached back and unhooked my bra, leaving me with only my half slip, panties, garter and stockings, plus my high heels. "Is that enough sweetheart, or do you want to see more?" I said seductively, holding my breasts with my hands.
He just stared for a time, then said, "More please, take it all off Chrissie."
I sat back down on the bed a few feet from him, slipping my half slip off, but keeping my front turned a little away from him so he didn't get a good look at what was bulging in my panties. Then, without waiting any longer, I slipped my panties off, being careful to turn away even farther. With my back to him I stood up, now in only my garter, stockings and heels. My heart was pounding I was so nervous, but I was basically trapped, so I closed my eyes and slowly turned to face him, presenting myself to him so to speak.
Phil gasped in surprise, then exhaled deeply. "Oh Chrissie," he said, "that's just perfect, you're perfect baby. I'm simply amazed at you. Wow! What a pleasant surprise." I opened my eyes to see him smiling broadly at me, as he reached to draw me to him. He sank to his knees, kissing my cock, which instantly sprang to life. Slowly he moistened it with his tongue. "Oh Chrissie," he moaned softly, "this is too good to be true baby."
"You're too good to be true Phil," I said as he kissed my cock, my hands running through his hair.
He took it in his mouth, swallowing it all, then slowly began sucking voraciously as I stood before him, my hands on the back of his head pulling him into it. In less than a minute I came in his mouth, with spurt after spurt of pent up desire filling his throat. I had been wanting to do this for months, but figured I couldn't.
"Oh, Phil baby," I moaned softly, "make sweet love to me right now. Please baby, please, right now, I want you so much." He still had my cock in his mouth, but nodded that he would. "There's some KY lube in my purse by the door sweetie," I said as he stood up.
After kissing me several times he retrieved the lube. Flipping my heels off, I pulled the covers back and got into bed. Finally, I thought, I could make love to this man the way I've wanted to for months. Phil sat on the edge of the bed applying lube to his stiff cock, then turned to me and applied some to my pussy, inserting his finger as he did. That felt so good it made me squirm with delight. I raised my legs up, inviting him to lie on top between them.
"I've been wanting to make love to you since we first met Chrissie," he whispered as he lowered himself into position. My legs wrapped around his back as he hunted for the opening. Finally he found it, the head of his cock slipping in just a bit.
"Oh Phil baby, that feels so good," I moaned softly. "Oh god, it's so big. Fuck me gently baby, please." Gradually he worked his cock in a little deeper, sliding it in and out slowly. At first I was nervous, afraid his huge cock would cause too much pain. "Oh, oh, oh, baby, take it slow. Oh, it hurts a little baby," I cried, my fingers digging into his back. He paused for a moment to allow me to settle down a little and relax. Once he started pushing again it felt much better. "Oh Phil, I love it," I cried, "push harder baby, push. Fuck me baby, fuck me faster, please baby, faster," I cried out with a mix of pleasure and pain, my arms and legs pulling him into me as hard as I could.
Phil was getting into it now, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy, his steady rhythm increasing in tempo as he fucked me. I was delirious with pleasure as he plunged his member into me over and over again. My legs tightened their grip on his back, trying to pull him deeper and faster.
"Oh Phil, baby," I cried out in passion, "fuck me more, faster baby." I was ready to climax any time now, as he fucked me with everything he had, his balls slapping at my ass. Suddenly he stiffened a bit, let out a cry of passion and came inside me, in a torrent of hot come deep inside my bowels. As he did I reached my climax too, shaking and shuddering with sheer pleasure, my arms holding onto his head, my feet tightly gripping his back.
Slowly, his member softened and he reluctantly withdrew, leaving me desperately wanting him again. He stayed in my arms and we kissed over and over again. Nobody had fucked me like that before. After several minutes he rolled off and sat up on the edge of the bed, taking a drink of wine.
"Chrissie," he said softly as he turned toward me, "that was simply the best. You were great sweetheart, just great."
Reaching for my glass I replied, "So were you lover boy, so were you. I've never been fucked like that before. And to think, we could have been doing this for the past 4 months."
"Ha, yeah, I guess so," he said, laughing a bit. "But on the other hand, you had 4 months to arouse me before we did it, so maybe it worked out for the best."
I looked at him for a long time, gauging whether I should tell him more. Finally, I said, "I'm planning to have sex reassignment surgery next summer. How do you feel about that?"
He stared at me intently for a moment, then said, "Surgery? Don't you dare have surgery. I love you just the way you are, and I want you to be my wife when we finish school. Having surgery would wreck everything Chrissie."
"Come here," I said, pulling him down beside me. "We have, what, 4 months left in the school year? Well, that's how much time you have to convince me not to do it." I kissed him softly several times before continuing. "I'll have to weigh your wishes against my dream, which I've had for years, of becoming a woman and having a heterosexual relationship with a man. It's all I've thought about, all I've worked towards, since I was about 12. It would be nice if that man was you."
He leaned his head back on the pillow and sighed deeply. "Chrissie," he said, almost pleading, "I've finally found the perfect lover and I don't want you to change a thing."
"You know Phil," I replied, "my mother is against the surgery too. She'd rather have a gay cross dressing son than a heterosexual daughter. I don't really understand it. She feels that I'm a complete woman now, with a perfect feminine presentation, and that should be enough. So, I have a lot on my plate now, with even more to come this summer, when I'll have to make my decision." I kissed him softly as I hugged him.
Paula
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