Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2011 20:09:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: lauren westley <fundipity@yahoo.com>
Subject: The End of The World by Lauren Westley TG

(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding
characters etc. This is only a fantasy story XXX+. I only wish there is
enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given me
constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. If you don't
like the story that's understandable but please be kind in your
critique. Lauren Westley. (fundipity@yahoo.com)


THE END OF TIME

By Lauren Westley


Prologue:


I'm lying out in the warm late spring sun wearing a Victoria Secret beachy
neon yellow lace bikini with lavender ties. I've been tanning for the past
two weeks and the part of me you can see is Bahamian brown while underneath
I'm so pale I'd call the color albino white. The clear turquoise water of
the Gulf of Mexico dazzles my vision and the crystal white beach is
incredible. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

It's taken me six months to start this diary and I don't know whom I'm
writing it for. January 12th was a bitter cold day in Atlanta when the
world I had known for twenty years changed. Back then I weighed about 164
pounds and was 5'6". A college freshman I had eaten too much cafeteria and
crap fast foods. I drank a lot of beer and enjoyed the added weight since
it made me appear a bit manlier.

That particular day was nearly the end of my Winter break. I woke up to see
the panes on my window iced up and got out of bed to a toasty warm
room. Donning my bathrobe I traipsed down to the kitchen to see what Mom
had for breakfast. Our house was a beautiful Tudor in Buckhead. From the
large picture window in the kitchen I looked out over our beautiful
backyard. The pool deck was covered in snow, the pool water an icy blue and
the trees drooping white satin snowflakes. Outdoors was a winter
wonderland. Little did I suspect this backdrop was ominous?

"MOM," I called out.

No answer. I grew up without a dad but I had three older sisters who
finished college and had moved away. The closest one lived in Destin as a
condo sales agent. All through my childhood I was surrounded by a feminine
world. My sisters treated me as a younger sister when I was home. I was six
years younger then the sibling closest in age to me. So as a child they
would play dress up with me which I thought was simply a game. And although
my name was Sam they'd called me Samantha since before I could talk so I
answered to that or when they said Sam I thought Samantha. Ellie, my middle
sister would have me wear a new dress she'd have bought so she could pin
the hem when I was fifteen years old. She'd coax me into it and say, "no
one can see you and I really need your help."

I was her model. At that time I was 122 pounds. But over the past couple of
years I bulked up since at 122 I looked more like a girl then a guy. My
face was had feminine features and this led to being called all sorts of
names in high school and some terrible times in the boy's bathroom. Yes,
head flushing, teasing and I even the occasional penis envy from seeing how
small I was compared to the other boys.

The more I went around the house calling "MOM" with no response, the more I
wondered where she could be. I decided she must have gone down to the
supermarket to get something. I turned on the TV and was watching a cartoon
show when something weird happened. Smartphone in hand I text my best
friend Paul. No reply. Then I went to update my Twitter and noticed not one
person I followed had updated since 11:41pm the evening before. Now that is
quite odd, I thought. Updates are almost always happening but my mind
didn't focus for long on the oddity but instead I turned back to the TV and
watched an episode of South Park.

A couple of hours went by before I really started to get nervous. I had
called my Mom's cell several times but it went to voicemail. None of my
friends answered. And wondering what was happening I tuned in to CNN. The
picture was of an empty anchor desk. Nothing. I tried other live stations
and the same thing. What's amazing is the need for people one has when you
can't find any. I showered, shaved and decided to drive down to the Mall. I
have a blue Subaru all-wheel drive so the snow didn't bother me as I backed
out onto white covered street. But over the next couple of blocks out of
the neighborhood I passed empty cars. It was even stranger as I made a left
turn onto Peachtree Rd. The whole drive to Lenox Mall made me more nervous
since no other cars were moving and there were several cars crashed into
others on the side of the road.

The mall was open but empty. Not a soul. All the shops were locked up tight
from the night before. No one had come to work. Over the next days I came
to realize not only was everyone missing from Atlanta but from everywhere?
Using the Internet I tried contacting every emergency organization I could
think of. The police. The FBI. I even googled outside the US. No one
answered. Of course I had tried calling all my siblings days before.

As the days turned into weeks I would go out and take things from stores. I
broke windows to get in. In the supermarket perishables began to wither but
the electricity stayed on so there were plenty of frozen foods and the
shelves packed with boxes and cans. When my car ran out of gas I simply
filled up at gas stations pressing the "pay inside," and then going inside
and pushing the button corresponding to my station.

Weeks turned into months and by late March most of the electricity had
failed. I had left my home and found a monstrous house on West Paces which
I had seen at night still had its lights on. Turned out they had a
generator. Also the Internet and television were no longer working and
although I had kept my phone charged there were no calls.

Many changes started to occur in April. Since there was no one watching
over me I decided to allow myself to let the inner me out into this
desolate world. Since as far back as I can remember I fantasized about
being a girl. I'd steal panties from my sisters (I think Susan suspected
me) and sometimes would wear their clothes when I was home alone. This
happened a bit more often when they had all left home but much of their
high school clothes still remained in drawers in their room. All four of us
were within an inch height and weight of each other. Only Sarah looked
different with her golden hair and green eyes. Mom had been married before
she met my Dad and had had Sarah. The rest of us had the same dull brown
hair and striking blue eyes against perfect skin. During the winter we were
as white as snow but in the sun we all tanned fantastic except Sarah who
had freckles and would turn red. My other two sisters would tease her when
we went to the beach. But Sarah was no slouch. She got even many times with
the other two including taking boyfriends away.

During high school, especially after having been bullied so much, I had
gone as far as having learned not only about estrogen levels but also about
reducing testosterone levels and what pre-ops would take to make them more
feminine. I hadn't tried anything but instead had done just the opposite by
adding 42 pounds to my weight. By the end of March I had lost all 42 pounds
of blubber and was back to my pre-college weight of 122 when a thought
germinated in me.

Finding what I needed to carry out this plan of mine was quite easy. Hey,
if there wasn't anybody left in the world I could be the girl I wanted to
be and who cared about the risk of taking drugs or for that matter, who
would see me? I'd be Samantha.

What would you do if you were the last person on earth?

Visiting pharmacies I gathered the anti-androgen compounds I had previously
studied thinking it would work for me. And before the power had gone out I
had created the regimen I would take although it took me a month to build
up the courage. I thought about if someone else came along but the silence
was overbearing and I gave up hope. That's not to say everything on earth
was dead. I did see some small birds and I had noticed the cockroach
lived. But I hadn't seen any mammals.

My studies on what I would need led me to create a cocktail of Estradiol,
Finasteride, Spironolactone and Progestin. The Estradiol I took using a
patch.

Once I had made a commitment to being a girl I decided I wanted to be
pretty. Canvassing beauty salons I began my transformation. My hair was
longer by now and coloring it blond wasn't a big deal. Learning how to
style it was. Since I couldn't cut it I had to do the best I could and
since my hair was naturally straight it ended up like a shortened version
of Hillary Duff. The highlights looked the same, my face similar but my
eyes were prettier.

I never had much hair on my body anyhow but I still found I need to shave
parts of my body such as armpits, legs, and a little hair on my chest. The
hair on my arms was blond and I had seen plenty of girls with similar hair
so I skipped it at first. Although shaving was good I wanted more. I found
a kit "Kalo Hair Growth Inhibitors" that did work wonders but unfortunately
I still had to shave my stubble on my face. Even once the hormones had
kicked in and softened the hair I had elsewhere I could not surmount the
facial hair problem. I eventually gave up with trying to do anything but
shave my face every morning and every afternoon.

Learning the art of makeup took less then a week. Fortunately before the
Internet died I had gone to a site http://howtoapplymakeup.net and printed
out the information. I had also been fiddling around with it during the
month before I took the plunge at the deeper end of the feminine pool. I
learned the basics and the order I need to use to apply it. Eye shadow
primer, eye shadow, liner, mascara, brows, concealer, foundation, powder,
blush, bronzer, lip liner, lipstick, lip-gloss. Through many mistakes,
badly drawn eyeliner, terrible lipstick smears etc I got it down darn good
for my face. Hey, I had all the time in the world. No TV, No Internet but
books had made an amazing comeback. Everyone' was reading them, me being
everyone and I learned a lot about being a girl by reading them.

Next I threw myself into finding clothes for my new awakening. I still
hadn't dressed up and gone out even after a couple of weeks of taking the
concoction. Fortunately I didn't get sick except for some headaches on the
fourth and fifth day. They worried me but I was on a mission. I was going
to spend my life as a beautiful woman on earth. I would be young and pretty
now but I would age with beauty too using a few magic tricks of
cosmetology. One store I frequented early on was Sephora. They seemed to
have everything I could want. Though over the few weeks since I started
wearing makeup I found I was taking things from almost any store that
carried cosmetics. As for my nails I decided right from the start no false
nails. I learned how to do my toenails and fingernails but I must give the
girls kudos who do their own nails especially toenails. I can't tell you
how much time I spent learning how to sit, lean, move so as to get them
looking perfect. And finding those foam things for between your toes were a
godsend for letting them dry.  Hey, I didn't need to go to work. There was
no TV to watch and watching DVD movies on a battery operated device, while
fun, still gave me plenty of time to fiddle with myself.

Even though I didn't have anyone to see or hear me I decided to learn to do
the walk and I did the talk by using a battery powered DVD player with a
feminization vocal coach helping me learn to accentuate the best female
voice I could. During my wanderings around Atlanta I had found a three set
volume of "Fundamentals of your Feminine Voice." But I was so busy I had
put these aside in the beginning and didn't start my vocal learning
sessions until nearly May.

Clothing was completely fun. I found I wanted to wear real sexy stuff and
considered which places I had passed in the Mall where they sold the kind
of clothes I wanted to wear. Obviously I broke into Victoria Secret. You
already know that but another store I found simply wonderful was a store
called Bebe. I picked up several outfits there including eveningwear. I
found one very elegant restaurant where they still had a working generator
automatically running that I loved. Actually there were several places that
had gas-powered generators but I'm sure you're aware the food in the
coolers had gone bad already. A few things lasted longer. My refrigerator
was stocked with those items; long dated Greek yogurt, Butter, Eggs (I
wondered how long eggs lasted and I finally did find out when I cracked one
open and it smelled bad.

Anyhow, back to Bebe and my candle-lit restaurant. There were nights I
would go there wearing a Ricki strapless dress. Hey the $159 dress was on
sale everyday. Everyday was FREE day. Can you imagine? I bought a dozen in
my size. I would sit at the table having fixed myself something like a can
of tuna with mayo or a soup (from a can) I warmed on the gas stove (thank
goodness for gas) pretending I was talking to someone. Funny part is I
didn't think of a man as a MAN. You know the whole sexual thing but just as
a date. I got some workout clothes from a store called Lululemon. I was
having a blast.

But of course there were the times I missed people. And although I found
being the girl I wanted to be liberating I also wanted to have someone to
talk to and at times made me a bit depressed.

It was because of loneliness I decided to leave Atlanta. I packed up
clothes for a trip to the Destin. Destin if you don't know it is a beach
town on the gulf coast. Although I knew my idea was foolish I had over the
past weeks thought about my sister living there and wondered if perhaps she
was alive. Maybe my living was a genetic trait we shared. When you are all
alone for over three months lots of wild thoughts begin to fill your
head. Believe me my mind was swirling as I left Atlanta in a brand new SLS
Mercedes Gull Wing I picked up from the dealership. The sticker price was
$229,400 with all the extras. It was simply beautiful. Lush lipstick red
outside and black velvet leather interior with carbon fiber
everywhere. WOW! And I matched the whole car. I didn't even consider what
my sister would think if I showed up and she was there. I had so gotten
into my girly role I had almost forgotten I had a penis except when I
peed. I would sit on the toilet like a girl with my 'clitty' between my
legs and pee.

I was still lovin' Bebe so I was wearing a 'Sweetheart Poplin Dress', clip
on earrings (no way I was going to try to puncher my ears, cute little
necklace from Tiffany (now that glass was hard to break) and a pair of
sandals from Jimmy Choo called Vamp. My lips and nails were Capri red. The
perfume was some Chanel thing called 'Chance.' I liked the name. It was so
the new me.

Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! I hadn't told you about all the shoes I bought (I like
saying bought. You know FREE day. It's much nicer then thinking I just took
them) because I never stopped finding a pair I liked. Every dress, skirt,
shorts demanded a different pair of heels, wedges, sandals, flip-flops and
everything in between.

I was careful about my speed on the highway because of all the wrecked cars
in town but I found it easy going since the cars had careened off the
road. My Capri Mercedes gurgled power and my gas tank was full. I knew I
probably wouldn't be able to get gas at a fuel station since they probably
didn't have a generator working. But I could always get another car. But
this Mercedes was so 'ME.'

Also I had decided to spend the time listening to those CD's on feminizing
my voice. This helped make the trip much easier.

The drive down took nearly nine hours. Normally it's about five and
half-hours but there were some obstacles. Plants were blooming and I
thought I saw a small animal run across the road but I was tired and it may
have been a mirage.

When I arrived in Destin I drove to my sister's house but of course she
wasn't there. I walked around her modest home a bit misty-eyed and nearly
decided to stay there when my mind sparked the reminder I could stay
anywhere I wanted. I found this incredible mansion on the beach. I kidded
myself that I had reserved the house for the summer and I checked in.

So, I'm lying out in the warm late spring sun wearing a Victoria Secret
beachy neon yellow lace bikini with lavender ties. I've been tanning for
the past two weeks and the part of me you can see is Bahamian brown while
underneath I'm so pale I'd call the color albino white. The clear turquoise
water of the Gulf of Mexico dazzles my vision and the crystal white beach
is incredible. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I've been here for over two weeks enjoying the sun. I've seen fish in the
water but no matter how hard I've tried to catch them using a fishing pole
I've been unsuccessful. I wonder about the life that's survived and why
humans and other large mammals haven't? Why did I live?

The sun is so nice in the late afternoon. I don't worry about skin cancer
but I don't sun in the middle of the day either since it would burn
me. However, without air-conditioning it's damn hot and I haven't had
ice. The sun is going down in the west and I've positioned the umbrella so
in a little while I'll be in the shade. My thoughts drift to going north
when I fall asleep.


Chapter 1 - The Rest of My Life

Waking up I have a feeling I'm not alone. My eyes open but there isn't
anyone on the beach. Then I sense something behind me; something bigger
then a cockroach. Slowly I turn my head and look up. It's a man.

"Hey beautiful,"

Those are the first sounds of another human being in six months. I'm
startled. He's tall and muscular but I can't make out much because he is
standing with the sun behind. He does seem to have a beard, I think. His
voice is deep and resonates.

"Cat got your tongue sweetie," he says in a pleasant voice and continues,
"I'm as surprised as you are I haven't seen another soul since January
12th."

Thinking quickly I answer in the voice pattern I've learned these past few
weeks, "Wow I didn't think I'd ever see anyone again. Hi!"

I should have probably told him right away I was a guy but I was afraid to
so I stayed in character. I didn't have much in the way of breasts but they
had started to form and the top of the bikini gave a modest impression
possibly. I'd seen girls who looked like me. Anyhow he didn't seem to
notice so we started talking about things. I had never been the 'girl' with
a man staring at me sensually but I knew he was. I found it so interesting
the way he talked sitting on the edge of my beach lounger. A couple of
times I caught him looking over my body but then he'd looked away. I was so
self-conscious I was sure he could tell but realized he couldn't.

First I wasn't very big and the way the towel was over me (I had pulled it
over) I had covered over the possibility of no breasts. But I knew I'd have
to tell him soon. No way I could hide this.

Turns out his name was Eric and he was from Madison, Wisconsin. He'd driven
on his motorcycle for the past three weeks and hadn't come across
anyone. Eric said he'd have passed me by except for the beautiful Mercedes
made him take a turn off the highway. My beach house was just off Hwy
91. Of course with the waves I hadn't heard his motorcycle but he said when
he looked down the beach and saw my beach chair and my 'sexy legs.' Like he
could tell from up there they were sexy? My brain sent my mouth a signal
and I told him I was Pamela from Atlanta.

"Well Pamela what brings you to Destin," Eric asked. Now I could see his
beard and his lips.

"Came down to see if my sister had survived."

"I guess since you are here pretty woman some people have but they must be
far and between."

It was starting to get dark, Eric mentioned going back up to the
house. What could I do? I got up and promised myself I'd tell him back at
the house. But also I wasn't sure what his reaction would be. We walked
back on the afternoon warm white sand to my beautiful beach casa.

"Beautiful home you have Pam."

I giggled a "Teehee, I have many homes." I couldn't believe I had giggled.

It was fun talking with someone and I didn't want it to stop but I also
figured as soon as he learned I had a penis he'd scoot away on his
motorcycle. Inside I had gone and gotten a lime green sheer cover-up and
returned to find him at the bar.

"What'll you have Pam," Eric asked with the bar full of bottles behind him.

"A Mojito," I replied jokingly since we didn't have ice, limes, mint or
whatever else went in them. "Rum and Coke. No ice please," I added after
another giggle. I was acting so girly. The voice training seemed to have
worked. Outside of a lower pitch I had found my feminine voice. As a man I
was between a tenor and alto so I guess all the lessons from those CD's had
taught me articulation, phrasing, pacing, fluency and many other attributes
of a woman's voice.

Eric was handsome. He was over six feet tall; muscular with sandy hair,
nice beard, big hands and a tattoo on his arm some of which was hidden by
the white t-shirt he wore but I saw some talons.

We talked and talked about everything. I looked at him with feelings I
wasn't sure about and we got drunk. Very drunk. I was sitting on the sofa
and he was on a chair. Eric then got up and sat down beside me
talking. You'd think I would have been a bit more perceptive but the
alcohol had numbed my senses. Then he put his hand on my knee. Actually his
hand surrounded my knee.

"Eric," I slurred, "there's something you need to know."

The bulge in Eric's pants was quite noticeable even though he was wearing a
pair of jeans.

"i?I?.I," I stammered.

Words weren't coming to me but his hand was moving up onto my thigh.

I moved my hand onto his hand to stop him but at the same time he grasped
my hand and started to lean closer.

"Eric?"

"Yes Pam?"

I looked in right in the eye and blurted out, "I have a secret."

"Yeah I figured."

"Figured what?"

"You're a pretend girl."

Suddenly a hot flash of embarrassment flowed over my cheeks and all I could
say was, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about Pam. You are who you are."

We talked a bit more about other things and headed off to bed.

I went to my room and got ready for nightie-night. Cleaned my makeup off
and climbed under the sheet. A cool evening wind blew threw the screened
window while I sobbed alone in bed. The hormones were doing their bit. I
cried more often lately but this cry was unique. I wanted to be a girl for
Eric but I also knew I wasn't. I drifted off into dreams.

Chapter 2 - Times They Are A Changin'

I'm not sure what time it was but I awakened while it was still dark with
the warmth of someone cuddled up next to me. That someone was Eric of
course.

"Listen Pam," Eric whispered in my ear, "I know neither of us are gay but
the reality is we are the only two people and I can make this work if you
can. Do you want to be my girl?"

I rolled over and looked at the shadow of Eric looking at me. He pulled me
closer. I didn't resist. He put his arms around me and then he kissed
me. His beard tickled at first but it felt good to be in someone's
arms. Nothing mattered at this point. Good and Bad were known quantities
and there was no one to judge this as being wrong. He kissed me a bit
harder with his hands gliding over my body.

"You are so soft Pam."

That's when I realized he was naked. His penis touched me and his hands
glided over my ass as his tongue entered my mouth. The feeling of being
wanted, appreciated, pretty surrounded all my senses of right and wrong
corralling them and closing the gate on the pseudo-morality of the world
which no longer existed.

No words were spoken but I knew I was both nervous and excited. I also knew
it would be wrong to leave Eric with a boner but I didn't think I should
touch him with my hands and I certainly didn't want to be
fucked. Never. Well, not yet.

So I did what any girl would do. I slithered down to his erection and
hesitantly licked his cock. Precum was already oozing from his manhood and
I surprised myself by licking it off. It didn't taste naughty. Nothing we
were doing seemed naughty. I took him into my mouth as his hands surrounded
my head and I made love to his cock with my tongue, my mouth, my body and
my soul. His erection was magnificent as I rubbed his shaft back and forth
through my lips feeling his warmth, his strength and his urge for
satisfaction.

It didn't take long before his load was spurting into my mouth coating
everything including my tonsils. Eric's strong hands held my head and I
knew what he wanted: to leave his seed inside me. So I swallowed all his
sperm down into the inner part of my body. I swallowed and then licked my
tongue around my teeth. It didn't seem wrong it seemed ok. And as quickly
as it had started it was over and his spent body relaxed. I stayed a bit
and licked him clean and returned to my spot on my pillow. He fell asleep,
as we lay spooned. Eric's hairy body rubbed against my smoothness. I lay
awake for a bit with the taste of him in my mouth and his seed deep in my
tummy. As much as I had thought of being a girl I had not thought of the
sexual part much more then in passing. Now I had taken another step and
there was no turning back. I fdrifted back into my dreams but those dreams
were different now.

Chapter 3 - The Morning After

I woke up before Eric and crawled ever so silently out of bed. Looking at
him peacefully sleeping I felt good. His sandy hair unkempt and his near
perfect body was a turn on. I hoped he wouldn't run away when he awakened
as I tiptoed to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in just my panties I lexamined
my body. Although my breasts were very small the areola had started to
form. If you hadn't known I had a penis you would have thought of me as an
undeveloped teenage girl. Turning the shower on I removed my panties and
saw my last vestige of manliness, a small penis and scrotum. Part of me
wished it away and another part of me wished me to be a man. Confused I
went into the shower with the warm water rolling over my nakedness.

Whoever had owned this house must have been a woman. There were so many
features a woman would desire. The shower had a full-length fogless mirror
and also a place I could place my foot so I could shave my legs. There was
also a handshower with a long enough hose to rinse my hair or anything else
I needed to reach. Of course all the shampoos, conditioners, lotions,
razors etc. were of my own choosing. And I had chosen very feminine
products. The pink Venus Vibrance razor was in. As I said before I had to
shave my face everyday, twice a day and with Eric around I would be
extremely careful about that.

My vanity was a small room attached to the bathroom and connected to both
my closet and the hallway. I told you this is a beach mansion. The house is
massive with media room, small flower garden, small pool, and limestone
floors on the main level and several bedrooms.

I looked at the clock on my vanity. It was 7:30am nearly an hour later I
was dressed in a spaghetti strap printed Lillie Sundress with fabulous sexy
magenta canvas wedges. I wasn't happy with my red nail polish but I really
didn't have time to be fussy this morning decide to use a different
lipstick, it was called Popsicle which made me laugh as well as go with the
whole look. I clipped on some nice white cloisonné earrings and a pretty
beaded bracelet and I was off to the kitchen to make Eric and me breakfast.

A girl with a man I thought as I pulled out a new 10 pack of Kellogg's
variety cereals and made some powdered skim milk using my Brita filter
while the whole Viking kitchen beckoned for bacon and eggs but only boiled
water on the stovetop for coffee. I had powdered creamer and sugar on the
table. Amazing how many things were packaged and lasted. Next time you're
in the supermarket look around and ask, "What would I take if there was no
refrigeration?"

I nearly dropped the milk when Eric walked in. He was naked. His penis
dangling down and his magnificent body oozed sensuality. The tattoo on his
arm was definitely from when he was in the marines.

"Hey Pam, morning. Come over here," he said or did he command.

I walked over a bit sheepishly.

"Good Morning Eric."

Eric put his arm around my waist and pulled me a bit closer. I could tell
he was getting a bit aroused. Perhaps the perfume or was it me?

"Pam, that was a great blowjob last night but we need some ground rules if
we are going to hang together. First you must always be a girl. I don't
want to see any boy parts."

Did that mean he wasn't going to touch me there? Also I was thinking about
this 'hanging together' thing. I hadn't contemplated another person in my
life and certainly not a man.

"Also Pam have you ever been fucked before?"

It was such a blunt sexual question but my answer must have come from
somewhere out of my body as I answered meekly, "No."

"Well Pam I will want to fuck you at some point I'm sure. If you don't have
any butt plugs I'll go get some later so your anus can learn the rigors of
the road."

He sure talked funny, I thought.

"So if that's all good with you get me some coffee girl," he said in this
friendly joking manner slapping me on my behind as I walked away.

My thoughts didn't take long since I knew if I didn't enjoy it I could
always ask him to leave or I could leave. Anyone could get lost in a world
of only two people. And so I got him coffee.

Chapter 4 - A Couple in Paradise

The days turned to weeks and I was a pretty happy girl. Eric knew a lot
more then I did about many things. One day he went out and came back with a
truck. On it was a refrigerator and a couple of dozen propane tanks. Turns
out some of them run on propane. What a girl didn't know a man did. We had
refrigeration, which meant we had ice. Eric was also quite the fisherman
and our diet changed to fresh protein. He also scoured the land and found
tomatoes growing as well as corn and other fresh fruits and
vegetables. Life was good. I started walking around with a butt plug in
me. Made me swish and sway even more. Eric liked that. But as exciting as
that was something else was more exciting. One day Eric drove a large
tanker truck to the house. He'd been fiddling with the generator and had
managed to switch it over to run on diesel.

With a roar the house came to life. We had electricity, which meant we had
air-conditioning, refrigeration and could watch DVD's. Life was good. And
it was on this occasion after toasting open a chilled bottle of champagne
my sexual revolution turned to a new setting. I had been giving Eric
regular blowjobs. He was pretty virile. I'd swallow two to three loads a
day. The blowjobs were when he wanted one and I had gotten into the habit
of jerking myself off when I was either alone in the house or in the
bathroom. I would think about sex with Eric, his confidence, swallowing his
sperm and knowing eventually he was going to fuck me.

Often I'd wear something very sexy and tonight was no exception. I was
wearing very sexy La Perla lingerie. Everything was black lace with pink
ribbon accents. Also a garter belt, stockings and very high fuck me heels
while we drank Champagne. Eric liked porno DVD's which we watched together.

"Tonight," Eric stated with a big smile.

I was ready. Or at least I thought I was. Eric had been pretty exact about
what would happen and what he expected. He loved seeing me walk around with
a butt plug and although I had one when he had asked before he had bought
me several. The one I had in me was the largest yet. Did I tell you Eric
was a good 8 inches of uncut meat? I was small and circumcised but he was
uncut and big. He wanted me to learn how to deep throat and I tried but the
gagging always made me end up stopping at about 5 inches. Eric didn't
demand anything but he did expect me to keep trying. He encouraged me with,
"good girl relax your throat."

When we talked about him having sex with me he had said he would plant his
seed deep inside me and expected me to hold it there. And tonight my
apprehension also turns to erotic thoughts. I had become a girl on my own
months ago without ever thinking of another step but Eric had changed
that. And even though I wore a butt plug regularly I still thought of
myself as a virgin.

I went to the bathroom to remove the plug and also to add lubricant when I
returned Eric was sitting naked on the leather couch.

"Hey lap dance me girl," he said.

This was something I had thought about but hadn't gotten to learn yet. I
was going to go to a strip club and learn to pole dance. But I had been all
girl for so long now I decided to give it a go.

So with the TV playing porn (which I couldn't see since I was facing Eric)
I began to sway and dance. I had my clit (I called it that since Eric had
instructed me too) tucked best I could and hoped it was hidden. Eric really
had made a point of me only being a girl. I was grinding as he touched his
dick and I watched it start to harden to his 8" of manhood. Did I mention
he is 6'2" with dark brown eyes? His sandy hair had grown out and I had cut
it a few times but not very successfully. A forest of pubic hair surrounded
his cock. My little patch he had never seen. It was his way of only
thinking of me as a woman, his woman.

Not too long after I had been lap dancing him he had me turn around. Now I
was wearing thong panties and Eric's hands were all over my ass. He spanked
me a few times. At first I was it made me jerk away but he liked doing it
and I liked pleasing him. Also the heat in my ass felt pretty HOT.

Sliding the thong (well it was really just a piece of 'ass floss' as he
called it) to the side Eric grabbed my hips and started to lower me
down. When his cock touched my crack I shivered inside. This was the big
moment as his cockhead was at the entrance of my hole. And it felt
completely different then the latex plugs. It was alive reminding me of the
movie 'Avatar' when Jake Sully tethers to the horse. I was the mare; he was
the stallion.

Eric fucked me and although it hurt at first slowly the ride became
easier. We fucked in every position. Me bent over the bed. Me riding his
hardness as he lay on the bed. All the while my little clit wanting to be
rubbed oozing pussy juice as he shot his load so deep in me it would never
come out.

Over the next week we rode to town together. Eric had a surprise for me. He
took me to an electrolysis place and told me he knew how to use the machine
and also was a tattoo artist. It took about a week of pain and redness on
my face but I never had to shave my face again. He also tattooed a rose on
my inner thigh. That hurt too but it was a mark of my belonging to him.

Weeks of love making, pleasuring, swallowing his sperm as late summer
turned to the beginning of September and I was a happy girl. We had been
together nearly three months. He had always been kind. Oh, a spanking here
or there but nothing unusual.

Then one night while we were sitting watching a movie, the lights in the
house ablaze, we heard the sounds of many motorcycles getting louder.

(to be continued.)