Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2012 16:58:55 +0000
From: j21742@gmail.com
Subject: TG: Julie, Part One, The Black Panties

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Author: Julie


Title: Julie, The Black Panties, Part One


Summary: Julie confronts her fears and begins the journey of
transformation.


Keywords: MM, ROM, CONS, MARRIED, TG, TV, BISEXUAL, ANAL SEX,


As Julie sat down at her desk with the steamy latte and opened her web
browser to scan the morning news, she was both pleasantly and unpleasantly
aware of the burning sensation. Although slightly painful, she considered
it as a badge of courage of sorts for finally getting up the nerve to lose
her virginity. Squirming around in her chair trying to get comfortable, she
felt the need to pass gas. But at the same time, she couldn't be sure that
was all that would come out. In fact, she was becoming genuinely alarmed
that her formerly tight little bum might permanently stay in this stretched
condition. Still, despite her fears, Julie couldn't get over how good it
felt to have a real cock in her ass last night. She had finally done
it. And she was proud of herself.


After bouncing around various news websites for nearly an hour, and only
able to half-read the articles, Julie found it impossible to
concentrate. She couldn't remember a single thing she'd just
read. Because she couldn't get last night out of her head. It was as if she
had developed a new, nagging addiction. Just as she had felt the
inescapable lure of nicotine years ago while trying to quit smoking, she
was experiencing a similar, but far more evil craving now. This time for
more cock. If doing Coke for the first time could make you an addict, then
so could getting fucked in the ass, she realized. Julie wished Ed was still
there. She wanted his cock in her butt again. Eventually, she just gave up
completely on trying to read the news and checked her email. But finding
nothing from Ed, she started browsing the personals on Craigslist. She
needed a diversion.


She actually hated the site, but it was essentially the only place left to
meet others. Yahoo chat was dead and gone. Killed off by porn bots no
doubt. Worse, the rest of the web's personals had all become pay to
play. Julie didn't deny that Craigslist was effective. However,
she just found it so potentially treacherous and tiresome to find a safe,
compatible partner with similar interests. If you were a businessman holed
up in a hotel looking to get your dick sucked it was great, but if you were
her it was maddening. And her security precautions made it even harder, if
not impossible. Countless times she had thought she found someone only to
ultimately allow her insecurities to prevent them from ever meeting. Worst
yet, the people that posted on Craigslist were gay. She wasn't. She was a
girl. She was just looking for a man. Julie clung to the belief that she
was so much different than the other people that lurked there.


Julie had spent months exploring the ads, and she knew all too well that
lots of fake posters were operating on Craigslist. It was stunningly clear
that their sole intention was to obtain incriminating, trophy photos from
the naive for a cheap thrill. And it was so blatant you had to be a fool
not to see through it all. The easiest ones to spot were the men (or boys?)
that pretended to be bi-females to take advantage of the endless stream of
gullible couples searching for that ever elusive, never to be found goddess
to join them in the marital bed. She guessed, they figured it would patch
up their troubled marriage. These hopeless sheep basically fantasized that
such women would respond out of the blue and jump in bed with them and
their wives - ultimately putting on an x-rated show where they could watch
and jerk-off. Or they could get really lucky and fuck this dream lady from
behind while she ate their cum out of their wife's cunt. But no
matter how many times they attempted to find her, or how many ads they
posted in every possible category, or how many times they deleted and
re-posted the same ads, all they ever accomplished was to put often naked,
private photos of themselves and their wife in the hands of some of the
Internet's most disturbed cyber-psychos. Julie was just thankful that these
weirdos were mainly after supposedly real women. Although she suspected
that they sometimes unknowingly ended up hunting each other. Regardless,
pics were off-limits, whenever someone asked for them, even if meant a
missed opportunity, Julie refused to send them.


Discovering Ed amongst the miscreants that posted those one-line
"come fuck me, I'm so horny" Craigslist ads was pure
luck. Julie couldn't believe these idiots didn't realize that most of the
stuff posted was put there solely for the purpose of harvesting email
addresses. And she didn't feel any lost love for the dummies that responded
to such nonsense. Or those that ended up with an inbox full of Viagra sales
pitches and adult website spam because of their stupidity. After all, one
only needed to highlight the post and click search for it with Google to
discover that the same ads were posted in multiple cities, at the same
time. Were these guys really this dumb? But yes, finding Ed amongst these
picture scammers, sex offenders, cum guzzlers, and dregs of the
no-strings-attached personals had truly been a Godsend for her. He was just
what Julie had needed to finally get her to stop thinking about hooking up
with someone, get over her fears, and actually do it. Ed had managed to not
only coax her off the fence, but onto his cock.


Thinking back caused Julie to squirm again on her seat. Ed had been so good
to her. And for her. Looking down at the skimpy black underwear that barely
contained her swollen womanhood, she wondered what he was doing now? He had
given her those panties on their first date. In fact, they were his first
of many gifts to her. Was he thinking of her now she wondered?


Ed was different. Offbeat. Slow, yet gentle. Smart. Creative, thoughtful,
and at times forceful. Even though she had had met him on Craigslist by
responding to an ad he had placed looking for a "special t-girl," he didn't
seem to fit the mold of the average person that hung out there. And if he
hadn't of been so sensitive about slowly turning her into that
special t-girl, then it never would have worked. It had taken several weeks
of flirting via email alone before she had finally worked up the nerve and
agreed to meet him at a local coffee shop on the other side of town. And
even then, he had to promise no commitment to anything. Also, no sex talk
or any other conversation that would might allude to the true reason for
their meeting. Julie had just wanted to meet and see if their online
attraction could survive crossing the barrier to something more. She had to
know.


Julie still remembered the drive to the coffee shop. It was only several
miles, but it seemed like a hundred. She swore she kept recognizing people
in cars at stop-lights or in oncoming traffic that she might know. To say
that she had butterflies in her stomach was an understatement; she was
literally terrified, because she had to confront the fact that she wasn't
really a girl. Julie was just a fantasy. An escape. A twisted urge for
perverted sex. Julie desperately wanted to become her, but deep down inside
she knew it was impossible. And fantasy's didn't have
other real-life obligations at home such as an actual female spouse that
would surely go ballistic if she knew her husband wanted to dress as a
woman and service other men. But despite all of this, she kept driving.


Julie had seen the coffee shop a few times previously while running
errands, but had never actually been there. Nor had she really ever paid
any attention to it. She was supposed to meet him at 2:30 p.m. Ed had
suggested late afternoon as a good time because business would be very slow
there then. He had carefully explained that he wanted her to be able to
relax and that he knew it would be impossible if there were lots of people
around. And at the same time, he wanted for them to meet somewhere in
public so she felt safe. But just to be sure they could meet privately, he
confided to her that he had secured a private meeting area.  She tried to
relax.


When Julie arrived for their date, she quickly realized the shop occupied a
defunct, former bank. The night deposit box still on the front, exterior
wall was a dead-giveaway. Ed greeted her in the parking lot, and she
immediately recognized him. Julie was relieved that he actually, accurately
matched the person in the photos he had shared with her during the email
chats. That was often a huge problem she'd heard when meeting people for
the first time. And it helped immensely to put her at ease.


As Ed had correctly guessed the place was literally deserted. Without
hardly a word, Julie followed as he led her to a small room off to one side
of the coffee shop. Ed instructed her to take a seat before going off to
fetch them a caffeine fix.


Surveying the small room, Julie smiled when she realized that when Ed had
said he had secured a private meeting area, he really wasn't kidding - the
meeting room was the former bank vault. Albeit nicely redecorated well
enough to hide everything but the heavy entrance door. They joked about it
when he returned with their drinks. Julie couldn't help but wonder how many
times before he had been there and for what reason. Stop, don't screw this
up, she warned herself.


Ed could tell how nervous she was and slowly worked to alleviate Julie's
anxiety. Skillfully, he guided the conversation through everyday
topics. But as promised, sex, or even subtle hints about it were never
mentioned despite the obvious attraction between them. And it wasn't long
before he was able to elicit a few laughs from her. Eventually, Julie even
caught herself unconsciously sitting in a feminine manner with her legs
crossed and her body directly facing him.


Fixated by his handsome, but yet gentle facial features,Julie felt really
good. The more he talked, the more she liked Ed and the attention that he
lavished on her. He made her feel as if she she truly was his date. And she
couldn't wait to dress up for him. She wanted him to let her be
Julie for him. Deep down, she prayed and hoped that he found her attractive
as well.


What Julie thought had been mere minutes was actually close to an hour. So
it caught her off-guard when Ed suddenly broke off the conversation and
announced that he had to get back to work. He apologized, but told her he
couldn't miss a scheduled appointment. Julie told Ed she completely
understood, but yet she secretly didn't want their meeting to
end. The attraction was powerful. And she sensed that it was mutual. As
they readied to leave, Julie started to gather the now empty coffee cups
from the table. But Ed put his hand on her forearm and stopped her. Then,
he reached into his pocket, retrieved a small box, and pressed it into her
hand. He told Julie that it was her first gift. It was slightly too large
to fit in the pocket of her jeans, so Julie attempted to hide it by keeping
it pressed against her leg, and covered by her hand.


Back in her car, Julie studied the small, white cardboard box in her lap
for a few minutes. Almost as if she was unsure about how to proceed or what
to do with it. Would she incur any obligations by opening it, she
wondered. The elegant little carton looked as if it could contain jewelry,
but she doubted Ed would have gotten her such a thing already. Besides, at
roughly three inches by three inches, it was too large for
jewelry. Finally, she succumbed to her curiosity and tugged the delicate,
red ribbon apart to open it. Inside she found yet another ribbon, this one
white, tied around something black. Upon undoing the second ribbon, Julie
quickly realized that the mysterious black cloth was actually a set of
panties.


Up until now Julie had ever only worn his wife's panties on a few daring
occasions. But now, she was thrilled to finally own a pair of her own. Just
thinking about herself in them caused her womanhood to strain and grow
inside the tight confines of her jeans. Then suddenly she remembered where
she was as she heard the slam of nearby car door. Quickly, she glanced
around trying to locate the source of the noise. Horrified, she wondered if
anyone had been watching? Nervously, she clenched her little black
gift. After not seeing anyone nearby, and satisfied that she was safe with
her precious new secret, Julie hid it under some papers in the glove
box. Then she headed home.


As soon as she got inside, Julie headed straight for her computer to check
her email and see if Ed had written her. Did he want her? What had he
thought of her? Relieved that he had in fact written her, she rushed to
read it. Her heart was racing, but eventually relief flooded over Julie as
she read his message. Then she forced herself to slow down, relax, and then
she read it a second time to ensure that she correctly understood him. In
summary, Ed had found her incredibly attractive. He told her he was
fantasizing about her now. He was dying to see her in the new panties that
he'd given her. And there other things: Ed had given her instructions to
come up with a plan about how she was going to sexually please him while
wearing her sexy new, black gift. Or, she could decline to continue any
further. But if she chose that option, then she would have to throw away
the panties. Unused, of course. Ultimately, Ed gave her three days to
decide. And told her they would meet again, if as he hoped, she decided to
continue their relationship. Ed also told her that she was forbidden from
wearing her new panties until that next meeting with him.


Julie was buzzing with excitement as she rushed upstairs to hide the
panties. Where to put them, she wondered. Finally, she stuffed them in the
jacket pocket of an old suit. But then she immediately took them out
again. Slowly, she stroked the soft fabric. Then she stroked her cheek with
them. The delightful sensation caused her womanhood to bulge and pulse
however, so she quickly put them back in their hiding place. No sex for
three days, she told herself firmly. She needed to think straight. She
needed to keep the urge strong. To savor the hunger. To channel it
effectively. Above all though, she needed to devise a kinky plan.


Climbing onto the bed, Julie felt completely drained from the day's
excitement. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.




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