Michelle awoke on Saturday morning and got out her enema bag and douched as Mindy had ordered. This was going to become a routine for her, so she would always be clean for her men. She hoped that she could find the right man – a boyfriend – who would love her as a woman – was that possible, or was she just deluding herself?

Once she had expelled the enema she showered and dried off. She slipped in the smallest dilator, which now went in with ease, and prepared breakfast. She loved the way the dilator felt, moving slightly as she walked, continuing to remind her of it's presence. After breakfast she changed to the next larger size and went about her work, walking as much as possible to feel the effect.

She was pleased to find that the fifth dilator went easier than expected, and went out for a walk around the block. She stopped to talk with some neighbors, feeling the plug move inside her as she walked. She wondered if anyone could tell – did she walk differently with the plug in her? She noticed her neighbor glancing down at her pants and realized that her hard clitty was clearly visible. Embarrased, she told her neighbor she had to be going, and returned home.

Michelle slipped off her pants and undershorts and took hold of her hard clitty. She stroked it a couple of times and almost jacked off, but stopped herself, heeding Mindy's warning to stay in the mood.

She wet a washcloth with cold water and wrapped it around her hard clitty, which helped to tame her arousal. It was almost time to leave to see Mindy, so she removed the plug and inserted the largest one. She was pleasantly surprised to find that this time it went in with little effort. It was a stretch, but a very comfortable stretch this time – she was dying to find out what a real cock felt like!

Michelle arrived at Mindy's, who greeted her and asked if she was ready.

"I'm so ready I could cum in my pants!" Michelle confessed.

"Some girls do when they get fucked," she said, "Time will tell."

Mindy led Michelle to her bedroom, where some pretty clothes were laid out on the bed. "I think these should fit you," she said, and handed Michelle the pastel blue panties to put on. She helped Michelle put matching the bra on, teaching her the trick of putting it on backwards so she could hook it in front, and then rotatjng it around before putting her arms through the straps.

Mindy put rolled up stockings in the cups and said that they would do until she got breast forms. Michelle sat at a makeup table while Mindy trimmed her eyebrows and applied makeup, explaining at each step.

Michelle was glad to have Mindy do the makeup, and wondered how long it would take for her to become proficient at it. Finally Mindy put a brown wig on Michelle. The hair barely touched her shoulders and felt strange, yet exciting to her.

Mindy brushed the wig and gave Michelle tips on its care. Finally Mindy told her to stand up and led her to a full length mirror.

Michelle was amazed to see the pretty girl looking back at her from the mirror!

"You look completely passable, and now just need to act the part," said Mindy.

She gave Michelle some brief lessons in walking and female mannerisms and told her not to worry about making a mistake – she would get better with practice, and the men today would overlook minor infractions.

Mindy sent Michelle off to her first appointment. Michelle was thrilled and stepped outdoors as a girl for the first time. She opened the car door and sat in the seat, remembering to swing her legs in as girls do. She was fully hard under her skirt, and hoped that it wouldn't be a problem.

As she drove, a frightening thought struck her. What if she got pulled over by a cop, maybe just for a burned out brake light? Michelle would be "outed" as soon as he saw her driver's license! She shuddered at the thought of what might happen then! Michelle was extra careful to watch her speed and to drive especially carefully now.

Michelle arrived at Martin's apartment a little before 1pm and he buzzed her in. He greeted her and said she looked really sexy. Michelle had no idea what to say in this circumstance so she just smiled and remained silent.

She could see that Martin was visibly hard, and Michelle put her hand on his cock through his pants, now filled with anticipation. Martin smiled and said, "I can see that you're eager to start," as he unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was bigger than Mindy's clitty, and smelled a little sweaty, but Michelle realized that it was typical for a man. As she sucked him she closed her eyes and imagined truly being a girl, giving pleasure to men. Martin ran his fingers through her hair, and Michelle feared that he would mess up her wig, but continued to suck diligently. Soon he came, and pulled her head close to him, driving his cock to the back of her mouth, which gagged her, but she did her best to endure. "Damn! You tranny's are good cocksuckers," he said.

He pulled his hands back, removing her wig as she did. Michelle felt horrified to be seen like that! Martin smiled at her discomfort and zipped up wiping his cock in her wig.

"Time to go!" he said opening the door. Michelle stood up and walked out in anger, turning to grab her wig as she departed. She hurriedly put the wig on and rushed to her car. Once in the car she adjusted her wig, which was noticeably crooked.

That bastard Martin ruined a perfectly good blowjob! She knew that guys just wanted to get off, but he sure could have been nicer about it.

She wasn't sure she wanted to go to her next appointment, but after awhile decided to go through with it – who knows, this guy might be much better.

She arrived at Glenn's house promptly and was welcomed in. "I know you are a tranny," he said, "But I'm no faggot and don't want to see what's between your legs, understand?"

I nodded in agreement and he continued, "I'll think of you as a real girl and you make sure it's believable, okay?"

Again I nodded, not entirely sure how to make it believable.

"My wife is a cold fish, but she's out shopping now," he said, "and I've always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass."

He told Michelle to suck him to warm him up, and she got on her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Once he was hard he took Michelle to the couch and had her kneel on it, resting her arms on the back. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down just enough to expose her hole, and slipped a couple of lubed fingers into her. She had never felt anything like this before, and it was wonderful!

After lubing his cock he pressed it between Michelle's cheeks and pushed forward. Michelle pushed back and soon Glenn slipped inside her. She was glad she had prep'd with the dilators, because Glenn really filled her up, but it felt wonderful. Unlike the plugs, he felt warm inside her and soon he had his hands on her hips, pumping into her. A couple of times he "hit bottom", which was a little uncomfortable, but overall it was a great feeling.

Michelle was more aroused than she had ever been and really wanted to reach for her clitty, but dared not. As Glenn continued to plow into her she soon felt the familiar wave of climax coming over her, and she shot her load into her panties. It was an amazing experience – and completely unexpected.

The bliss was short-lived, because soon a wave of guilt and shame washed over her, and she just wanted to get out of this, but knew she couldn't. She just endured until Glenn finished, and he gave her one last painful deep thrust. They remained coupled, motionless as Glenn caught his breath.

He pulled out and said, "Nice ass – that's all for now."

Glenn left and Michelle heard water running in the bathroom, so she took the opportunity to pull up her panties and leave.

Another bastard – not even a "Thank you!"

Michelle just felt dirty after all this and angrily drove back to Mindy's. By the time she got there the guilt, and shame were gone, but she still thought both of the guys were real jerks.

She told everything to Mindy, and said that she liked the sex, but not the way the guys treated her.

"Some men are like that," Mindy explained, "In fact quite a few of them are. I'll try to set you up with some nicer guys."

Michelle drove home, wondering about nicer guys.

Special thanks to my online friend, Stormy, who inspired this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)