A Dream Comes True
Keywords: Dream, True, A, Comes,
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"AUTHOR'S NOTE - This story is my first fictional foray into the world of Crossdressers, Shemales and Transsexuals. All comments will be appreciated of those who submit them."
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I was sitting in my home... if you could call it that.
It was an apartment in a complex that looked so run-down it wasn't funny... and it drove away most of those who wanted to rent there. The only reason I stayed there was because it was the perfect cover for what I did.
Anyways, I was reading my e-mail when I ran into a message from someone I knew. "Christina," as she called herself now, asked me if I was still a single guy and was wondering if we could meet for coffee.
I replied that I was, and still living in the place I called home. She then asked me to take a taxi up to the Lewiston/NezPerce County Airport and catch the next flight to Seattle... which I did. But she stipulated that I wasn't to take any clothes or any personal sundries... everything would be supplied when I arrived. So I followed her instructions and immediately boarded Horizon Air's nonstop flight.
When I knew her, she was MaryAnne Jones, a lovely young woman who just turned 18 years old on the day we graduated high school. She was a petite 5' 10" blonde who had nice breasts and an hourglass shape any girl in our class would die to have. Of course, the jocks went for the cheerleaders- so she was left pretty much alone.
I was her only friend in high school, and she shared a lot of her secrets with me. Of course I did the same... but there was one secret I kept from her, for she would have thought I was insane for thinking it.
One of my personal fantasies, one that I could only exercise openly on Halloween, was of dressing as a girl... shaving my body hair off, putting on pretty lingerie and clothes and slipping into high heel shoes. Being in feminine clothes, a wig and makeup gave me a sense of being able to turn a lesbian into a bisexual at a local nightclub.
Once I landed at SeaTac Airport and entered the terminal at the designated gate, my eyes were scanning for my friend... but when a beautiful lady walked up, I couldn't believe my eyes. She stood as tall as she did in high school... but her short blonde hair was a very long brunette. "MaryAnne?" I asked, a little scared of her.
"Only now, I'm Christina," she replied, "What do you think of my new look?"
She was completely transformed... and I was surprised at it. Her breasts, which were like small pears in high school, now looked full and voluptuous... and her other body parts were augmented to keep the hourglass shape she was known in my eyes for. She was truly beautiful... and I couldn't help but reach up and pull her down to kiss her lips very passionately.
She wore a red blazer and skirt with seammed black stockings and a black silk blouse. She had made her face in crimson and bronze shades that I could have taken her at that very moment... and my face showed it.
"Later, love," she said, "Let's head to my house and I'll serve us coffee."
Once in the study at her mansion, she told me of her experiences with the internet- and how having an online business had turned her into a multi millionairess.
"It was then that I thought of you, love," she said, "and how I always wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. But something else came to my mind a few days ago... would you like to know of my fantasy?" At my nod, she said, "I've taken an interest in men who want to look like a woman... sensual and feminine, but still packing a hard cock that I can please."
"Can I tell you of a fantasy that I've been exercising for a long time?" I asked her.
At her nod, I told her that I was dressing up at Halloween... not as a character, but as a woman. "I used silicon breastforms as augmentation for my chest," I said, "and used as much technique to make my face into the perfect feminine style. I kept a wardrobe of clothes in the closet that I could easily dress into... and it's set me thinking why."
"I think I know why, Dale," she said, "I think that you've been feminized as a child... and that you want to return to the feminine life you had before."
At my excited nodding, Christina said, "I can help you become the perfect woman... and Seattle's the perfect place for a transsexual to experience it."
Within a few weeks, she had me moved into her mansion with all of my clothing split between 2 bedrooms... one for my feminine looks and one for my businesswear. "During the week," she said, "you wear your men's wear... but on the weekends, it's time for us to be girlfriends until the time comes when you want to become all girl." Nodding my head, I received a kiss as reward.
Noticing that my lingerie wardrobe didn't have much in the terms of sleepwear for my feminine lifestyle, Christina said, "I think we should dress you in feminine clothes and go shopping for some lingerie."
She pulled out a slinky red dress from her own closet as well as a complete lingerie outfit in black- bra, panties and a garter belt- as well as black stockings and my breastforms- and she surprised me by getting out a latex vagina for the outfit. While she was doing this, I was in her shower getting cleaned up... and by that, I mean using a cream to remove the hair from all over my body.
Once I finished my shower, she came in and was dazzled by my appearance as a clean-looking young girl. Sitting me down on the toilet, she began making my face up by applying a medium foundation on it, then using cover to make the blemishes disappear. Then she plucked my eyebrows to shape them into a feminine style before applying an eyebrow pencil to accent them.
Christina then took a dark eyeliner pencil and used it on the rims of my eyelids while telling me I had wonderfully big green eyes and that they should be shown off. She then took shades of red and brown eye shadow and created a lovely style for them. Once she applied 2 coats of black mascara, I could immediately tell that I was a gorgeous female from just the makeup.
She then gave me a bronze blushjob on my cheeks and nose to give them color before using powder to lock it all in place. Picking up a red lip-pencil, Christina held my head still as she circled the outside edge of my lips with it... then she applied a deep red lipstick to it and locked it in with gloss. "Now, it's time to finish the transformation with the clothes," she said.
I first put the vagina over my cock and tied it in place. Once the bra was on, I slipped the breastforms into the cups and reached for the panties... but she stopped my hand and instead directed it to the stockings and garter belt. "It will make it easier when you have to go to the ladies' room to wear your panties over the garters of your belt," she said.
Once my underwear and breasts were on, Christina helped me into the dress and fastened it with a combination of buttons, a neck clasp and a black patent leather belt. Once my feet were in a pair of red patent high heels and I was standing, she then gave me a deeply passionate kiss while she slipped a long brunette wig on my head and pinned it in place.
Over the course of the afternoon, people were looking at us and must have thought we were sisters. They never looked twice at us, because we were chatting it up like girlfriends shopping for each other.
Christina spent the afternoon buying for me- surprising me with a leather corset, a bustier and other feminine clothes for my wardrobe. She even bought me a leather teddy and a babydoll outfit. And if that wasn't enough, we even went to a local store that sold breastforms and she bought me a larger pair for my outfits.
But once we got home after spending the entire afternoon- all the way to 8:00 at night- shopping, we dropped the bags on the floor and she began undressing me from the dress, the panties and the false pussy. Once she pushed me onto the bed, she knelt on the floor and began licking and sucking my cock- which was soft when she began, but quickly became hard with her ministrations.
"Gently rub your cock so that it doesn't go soft on me," she told me as she rose and began an erotic striptease that left her with the same amount of clothing on. She then kissed me passionately while jacking my 8in. member with her hand.
When she was back sucking my cock, her pussy was over my face... and after smelling her passion, I couldn't help but take tongue inside my lipstick-painted mouth and snake it into her lovenest. My gentle playing brought moans from her lips surrounding my cock... and as much as I loved it, I let her know by moaning my approval.
It was when I was near orgasm that my moaning increased... and so did the licking I did on her lovenest. She couldn't stop increasing her moaning in passion- and once her pussy began to flood sweet nectar from deep within, my prick began flooding her mouth with cum that she swallowed deeply... and when we kissed afterward, we swapped our own sexual jisms with each other.
She then impaled herself onto my cock and slowly rode it for 5hrs., letting her pussy lube it with her juices. During this time, she came multiple times... and when it neared 2am, I flooded her lovenest with my warm cock-juice that brought a sigh from her sweet lips.
We then laid down in the same bed, my warm prick never leaving her sweet pussy- and her soft arms entwined around my hard body.
It was half a year since I moved in with my girlfriend, and Christina had given me quite a bit to think about over that time.
It had become a routine for 2 months now, and I looked forward to it. Monday-Thursday, I was known as the man to turn to for professional website design services done with quality, style and precision... but starting Friday morning and ending Sunday night I traded my business wear for feminine clothes, becoming known as Regina, her younger sister. We would always go out shopping or to a movie or clubbing and Christina had taught me other things beyond feminine manners- dancing, eating demurely and even how to speak as a girl, even though I had a man's set of vocal chords.
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Keywords: Dream, True, A, Comes,