Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 18:39:43 +0100
From: alexisdelby <alexisdelby@libero.it>
Subject: from straight to femme bottom in just one night

I always thought I was straight. Never had any doubt, never felt attracted
to someone who wasn't a girl. Now, don't get me wrong: I wasn't a
womanizer. I guess I would say that even if I was clumsy with women, I
still managed to have my share of fun over the years. Besides (I think this
is funny) I was rather omophobic, even though I didn't want to admit that:
I wasn't at ease with gay people, that's all. Not that I knew lots of
homosexual, anyway. Well, not before this story begun...

It all started when I moved away from home to study. I already graduated
from college, still I wanted to get a PHD so I got the chance to go and
study somewhere away from my hometown. I had to find a room in a students'
flat or something like that, something I thought I would get done in just a
few days while staying at a cheap hotel I booked before leaving. Anyway, my
forecasts were not exactly right, `cause I ended up struggling to find a
place. After an entire week spent visiting apartments I was exhausted, I
needed to get done with that as soon as possible. Right then I found a nice
ad, for a room in an apartment downtown at a reasonable price. I called
right away. They told me to come visit whenever I wanted, someone would be
there. I got there immediately, and a tall guy in his mid twenties showed
me around. I liked what I saw: a very nice place with enough space and
nothing suspect. I asked him when I could get in. He said: "I have to be
honest, there may be a problem". I felt like drowning: I shoul've expected
something. "Tell me" "We're all gay, and if you're not it may not be
comfortable to have us and our friends around 24/7". I said to myself it
wouldn't be so bad, it was a chance to finally get rid of my homophobic
tendencies. To be honest, anyway, it was more the desire not to be
considered a fascist or something like that by anybody. I mean: saying
"Sorry, I think I would not be at ease" would more or less sound like "I'm
not gonna live with faggots". I told him: "Well, I'm not gay, but that's
fine. I'm cool with that". He was really happy about it, and told me I
could move in immediately, He would help me fetch my stuff. While we were
bringing back my stuff from the hotel he basically told me there were two
reasons he was happy someone straight moved in: the first one was they had
a hard time finding someone for the room `cause everybody said "No, thanks"
as soon as they heard they were gay. The second one was he wasn't
comfortable with the fact their flat was some kind of gay ghetto. I didn't
know just nodded and said "I know, I get your point".

That evening I got to know all my roommates, but this has nothing to do
with the story so I'll cut it short: I noticed right away I wasn't really
comfortable living with them, but I tried not to show it. I stayed home as
little as possible. They gave lots of parties, and always invited me, but I
never stayed. I had no problems answering when they asked me why: I wanted
to get to know girls when I went out, so I wasn't really appealed by their
parties. They understood, and in the end I would say we all got along fine:
I talked a lot with them and we were actually good friends.

Towards June I had a lot to do to get ready for my examinations, so I
started to go out less and less. They threw a party the saturday night
before one of my final examinations, which was monday. I had to study, so I
stayed home. They asked me if the music would be a problem, I said It
wouldn't annoy me but I appreciated the fact that they worried about it.
Later on they came to see how I was doing, and I said I was almost done and
would get some sleep in a matter of minutes. They offered me to drink
something with them before going to sleep, as it wasn't even midnight. I
accepted.

I guess it was half past midnight when I got out of my room and went out in
the lounge. I joined my roommates who got me acquainted with a lot of
people whose names I forgot on the spot. A few minutes later I abandoned
them to get a spot next to the table where the booze was. I wanted to get a
little drunk before going to bed, as I was nervous for the examination and
it would calm me down.

Right then a black guy (the only one at the party) approached me and
started to talk to me. He said his name was Joseph and he was from South
Africa. He was just 5'7'', but I can't find a better word to describe him
than huge. Because he was huge: he was a bodybuilder or something like
that. He was dressed in tight jeans and t-shirt, that looked like they were
going to burst. We began talking and he was really funny. His humour was
basically made of contemptious jokes about homosexuals and he kept making
fun of everybody who was there. I was puzzled, but I guessed he was the
only straight guy there so when he saw someone like him he thought he
finally could quit the politically correct behaviour he had been forced to
up to then. I was fine with that: I always thought the best humour has to
be somehow offensive, that is to say politically uncorrect by definition.
We sat down on a sofa and got on talking, drinking and smoking pot. A lot
of pot. He offered me some when I said I was nervous for the examination,
and I didn't turn it down. He kept rolling joints and filling my glass, and
I got really high. I was so sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I told
him I was sorry but I would go to my bedroom to sleep. He nodded and told
me we would meet the next time.

When I got up, I actually couldn't stand. I dropped back on the sofa and
laughed at my poor attempt to walk away. Joseph laughed as well, and told
me he would help me. I accepted and he helped me get to my feet. I thought
he would just give me some sustain, but he picked me up in his arms. I
heard some serious laughing around, as he was holding me just like the
broom does with the bride, but I didn't care as I was literally fainting
from all the smoking and drinking. On the way to my bedroom I began to feel
really strange: there I was feeling his rock hard biceps holding me. I felt
helpless, vulnerable...Feminine. I reassured me thinking anybody would feel
feminine in his arms. It was nice. Then it hit me as he laid me down on my
bed: I was attracted to him. But he was straight.

I told him thanks and hoped he would get away right then: I had to
masturbate and I would do it thinking about him, and that was already
shocking for my inner self to realize, but at least I could keep it to
myself. He said I could not sleep dressed, I told him I was too tired to
change. He told me not to worry, he would think about it (was he really
straight?). He removed my shoes and socks quickly, then my trousers. I was
really drunk, so I didn't have an hard on to be ashamed of. Next went my
t-shirt, and removing that he brushed my nipples, which caused me to sigh.
I guess that was the point of no return. He want back to my nipples,
caressing them and pinching them, as I stirred and moaned (he's not
straight...Not in the usual sense of the word, at least). When he kissed me
I yelded softly, it was so nice. His tongue was long and big, I was in
heaven. The kiss lasted long, and as soon as it ended he whispered: "You're
a beautiful girl. But you should dress like one...And shave. You see, I'm
not a fag...". I was really confused: I'm not feminine, at all. I'm tall
and well built, have short hair, not so hairy but definitely masculine.
Still I melted, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I said: "Well, I
don't have anything feminine to wear..." "Don't worry". He drew lacy white
panties and bra from his pockets. I guess that wasn't the first time he did
that trick to someone... He dressed me up while I touched his pecs and abs,
his arms and his ass...Wow! I told him to strip for me...I saw his ebony
body get out of the t-shirt and trousers: it was amazing. He loooked like a
semi-God or something, 230 lbs of pure muscles. I squirmed watching him and
touching my nipples under the bra. Then he lowered his briefs and I got
worried: he was too big. At least 9 inches, and thick as a soda can. I told
him I was virgin, I couldn't take it. Once again he said: "Don't worry.
I'll get you anesthetized real good...". He took papers and pot from his
trousers and sat down on the bed with his back to the wall. While he rolled
another joint h

Get acquainted with your new best friend". I laid on my stomach between his
legs and tasted cock for the first time...It was weird, but I liked it. I
could take really little of it: 5 inches, six at most. Still I sucked like
a baby and moved my tongue to make him happy. I liked playing with his
enormous balls, two big black eggs sweaty and smelly. I loved the smell.
And the taste. I went on for a very long time I guess, sucking dick and
inhaling smoke. I was almost unconscious when he said "Ready?". I didn't
answer properly, but he knew my intentions and put me on my knees with my
back to him. He pulled down the panty just enough and he began opening my
hole while licking my neck and pulling my nipples, occasionally kissing me
(which I really longed for). He stretched me softly for a long time with
his fingers, then he told me to put my hands down and be good.

He began pushing, but it was too big. I thought he would never be able to
get his head in without killing me during the process. He began to fondle
my breasts to distract me. Then he pinched me. Then he pulled. He got in
pushing while he pulled my nipples. I still don't know if that was the most
painful or the most pleasurable moment in my entire life. Once he lodged
the head inside me, it all went by itself: slowly, but quite easily. Once
he was all the way inside me I felt it in my stomach. He stayed there while
pinching my butt and kissing me to get me adjusted. "You alright honey?"
How sweet! I purred and nodded smiling. He began a slow movement which
liked right from the start. He stopped from time to time to kiss me long
and wet. Later he raised the tempo and really drove it home. The beast
inside him got the best of him and he started pounding me roughly, while
slapping my ass and telling me bitch and slut. It hurt, but I liked it
anyway... I wanted my experience as a woman to be complete. It was long
before he flooded my insides with his hot semen. I dropped on the bed, with
him above me. He got out and told me to stay down there or I would make a
mess spilling his cum. He went in front of me and offered me his cock to
clean, which I did readily. Once he thought it was ok he took it away, much
to my discontent... He dressed up and pinched my butt before leaving, while
I drifted to sleep...

The morning after I woke up not remembering much, but it all came back to
me when I sat upand cum began dripping from my asshole...I licked what I
could and hoped he would be back soon. But before he came I would shave and
buy some sexy lingerie and make-up!


Hope you enjoyed it, feel free to e-mail me at alexisdelby@libero.it