Metamorphosis.
Part 4.
For a minute Terry stood in the kitchen wondering what had happened. Had he really just sucked off another man? As he thought about it he could taste the come on his lips, relive the feel of his tongue on the other mans cock and his own cock grew hard in the thong he wore. With a groan he pulled up the hem of the dress, his rampant cock was pushing against the lace fronted material, he slipped it out of the thong, and started to wank himself as he remembered the feel of another mans come sliding down his throat. He came, his knees buckling as he shot spunk all over the front of the fridge. He grabbed some kitchen towel, cleaned himself up and threw the sodden paper in the bin. He looked at himself in the mirror. The makeup was smeared and the lipstick ruined but he felt wickedly dirty and wanton.
Despite his earlier repulsion at gay and bisexual men, Terry found himself wanting to know more about the world of sexual experiences that he had never explored. He began by learning all he could about men that cross dressed, and over the weekend scoured internet sites, read profiles on sex hook up sites and watched porn he never even considered before. On the Saturday he got up late, he had stayed up watching videos until 2 in the morning and went to bed wearing a satin short set which aroused him until he jerked himself off to a furious climax, thinking of Sam's cock in his mouth. He showered, this time using the same shower gel as Gabbi used, then washed his hair with the shampoo she used, and sprayed on the same deodorant. There was no sign of his body hair growing back, and he was really loving the feel of silky, smooth clothes and underwear against his skin, but the hair on his head seemed to be growing every day, it was now down past his ears and also possessed a shine and sleekness it had never had before. As he dried himself off he wondered what to wear, bra and panties, a basque or what? However, he realised the fridge and the cupboards were bare, and he needed to go shopping. He sighed, pulled on a pair of sky blue panties and a t-shirt and jeans.
He walked out of the house, started the car and drove to the supermarket. He grabbed a trolley and was walking around when he saw the women’s clothing section. Quickly he looked around but although it was busy the section was empty. He picked up a bra and panty set in flame red, then another in black satin and dropped them into the trolley. He then pulled a box of cereal over them so they could not be seen and looked at the shoes. Although he was only a size six, Gabbi was a four and had nothing that would fit him and he picked up a pair of black court shoes with a small heel. They were labelled as a six, and he furtively checked, then took off his trainer, sock and slipped on the shoe. They fitted and he felt a stirring in his groin as he imagined himself wearing them with stockings. Quickly he took them off and dropped them into the trolley. As he was putting on his trainer he heard a voice “oh, hello again, how are you?”. He looked up in surprise and saw Kate standing there smiling. He nodded and muttered something about doing the shopping when he realised the cereal box had moved. The bra and panty sets and the shoes were on show and he felt a cold hand on his heart. Kate looked down “nice” she leaned in and lowered her voice “and the ones you have on are pretty too”. He suddenly realised that bending over his jeans had slid down, revealing the waistband of the panties. He felt himself blush as she patted his arm “ Lets go for a coffee and talk” and she nodded towards the instore café. Terry followed as this smart, elegant woman led him to the area where he could secure the trolley and said “ find a seat I will get the coffees”. He nodded and found a table in the corner. As she walked back he looked at her. She was wearing black tailored trousers that accentuated her long legs, black shoes with heels and a smart white blouse with lace embroidery. He could see the outline of a white lace bra under the bouse and as she sat he could smell the perfume she was wearing.
She leaned in to him, smiled and laughed “don’t worry, I am not going to eat you or shout it from the rooftops”. She patted his arm “there’s nothing wrong with wearing lingerie, I do it all the time”. He relaxed and over the next few minutes he explained how he had began to feel “strange” as he put it. He told her about his body hair falling out and that he was on a type of medication. He left out the fact of his diagnosis, the episode with Sam and his ever growing fascination with gay sex. She raised her eyebrows “so you don’t have any body hair?” he shook his head. She smiled “not anywhere?” she sighed “there are plenty of people who would love that, some women, and some men spend a fortune removing hair”. He nodded, and she asked about the underwear. He looked down at the table, and quietly he told her how he had tried on Gabbi’s panties, “it was an emergency” he said defensively “I only meant to do it once”. He then explained how he had worn her dress and lingerie and seemed drawn to it She looked at him as he stared down at his cold cup of coffee “ but you enjoy it, don’t you?” she smiled “well, I think we could have some real fun turning you into” she paused “you need a girly name, how about Terri?” she licked her lips and he knew that things would not be the same.
With Kate walking with him he finished his shopping and they waited at the checkout. He began to panic, what if the girl on the checkout said something? What would he say? He needn’t have worried, the girl ran the items through and did not bat an eyelid. He paid and Kate walked with him to the car. She stopped at the car “if you are free tonight, come over” she offered and Terry was about to reply as she continued “that is as Terri” and raised an eyebrow. She left to walk to her car after they exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at 8. He drove home, putting the shopping away in the cupboards and the fridge, then realised he had no wine in the house. He drove to the nearest shop, grabbed a bottle of white and a bottle of red and was stood in the queue. He was lost in his thoughts and did not notice that the shop assistant was waiting for him to step forward. He felt a tap on his shoulder and a gruff voice said “Miss, he’s waiting”. He turned, red faced and the man in the dusty work clothes said “sorry, just with the long hair and that” and Terry put the two bottles on the counter, swiped his card and left. He sat in the car, looking at his hair in the mirror and wondering what else about him made him look like a woman! He had never been a big, muscly guy and was always wiry, but never thought of himself as feminine. He got home, looked at the clock and put the white wine in the fridge and taking the items he had bought went upstairs.
In the bedroom he looked in Gabbi’s wardrobe again, finding a simple black dress with a narrow waist and a round neck. He stripped off his clothes, had a quick shower and dried himself off. He sprayed deodorant and body spray. He selected the black bra and pantie set, rolled up his smooth legs a new pair of black hold ups and pulled up the panties and fastened the bra. Once again he slid the enhancers into the cups, sat down at the dressing table and began to apply make up. The hours spent watching Gabbi, the youtube tutorials and his online reading came in handy as he applied foundation, powder and blusher. Satisfied he applied mascara and eye liner, then pencilled in his brows and last of all a dark pink lipstick, edged with a darker lipliner. Terri combed out her long hair, applied a dash of perfume and took the dress of the hanger. It slid up her satin clad legs with a sensuous whisper, sliding over her satin clad backside to envelope her in its simplicity. She reached behind her and zipped up the back, pulling down the skirt and looking in the mirror. What looked back was a slim, confident young woman and she felt a familiar stirring as she smiled at herself. Slipping into the court shoes she looked again but something was not quiet right. Nodding she opened the jewelry box Gabbi had left. There were a couple of pairs of earrings and a necklace and some bracelets. Selecting the necklace and a bangle she put them on and walked down the stairs.
At the front door she paused, the wine in her hands as she took a deep breath and opened the door. The street was quiet, a dog walker was on the other side of the road and she jumped as a car went passed but locked the door and then realised why ladies carried bags! There were no pockets in the dress, and with her phone, keys and the wine her hands were full. She unlocked the door, and looked at the coat rack on the wall. There was a small, black handbag amongst the coats and she opened it. There was a lipstick, some tissues and a pack of mints, She dropped her phone in the bag, popped it on her shoulder and opened the door. Although the walk was only a few yards, she was sure everyone was looking at her, and she was relieved when she rang Kate’s doorbell. The door opened and Kate stood there, in a pretty black dress that ended just above the knee, with a pattern of red and white flowers. The dress showed a considerable amount of her Terri was conscious of how sexy and confident she looked as she ushered her in.
Kate pecked her on the cheek “wow” she breathed “you look superb!” Terri could smell her perfume and was aware of Kate’s slim, curvy body close to her. She laughed “I probably look like a drag queen” she protested but Kate shook her head “you look lovely, very feminine” she reassured her. Terri held up the wine, “I was not sure what to bring so I brought both” she shrugged and Kate laughed “well, we can start with the white, it is pasta if that is ok?”. Terri nodded and the two walked into the dining room.
The meal was lovely and Terri relaxed in the woman’s company, after eating she helped Kate fill the dishwasher and Kate opened another bottle from the fridge. They talked and Terri felt immediately drawn to the tall, beautiful woman. Kate put her glass down and looked at Terri “are you sure you have never dressed before?” Terri paused and sighed “not dressed as such” she replied “when I was ten my grandmother entered me in a church fete fancy dress contest”. She went on to explain that the costume was a worn, frayed pair of jeans, a tie-dye T-shirt and a long dark wig. She was supposed to be a hippy, but most people did not understand as nobody knew what a hippy was. At the fete Terry got talking to two girls, both aged around eleven. They talked about periods, bras and make up, until Terry realised they had mistaken him for a girl! It ended as he went to the toilets and walking through the empty church hall was accosted by a d*unken man. He leered at Terry “where you off to my lovely” he said as he pinned Terry to the wall. Terry looked around wildly but nobody was near. The man licked his lips “pretty little thing like you could make a man very happy” he breathed Terry pulled off the wig “you don’t understand” he blurted “ I am a boy!”. The man smiled, grabbed his arm “even better” and looked towards the toilets. Before Terry could do anything his grandmother appeared looking at both of them. The man nodded at her “thought he was going in the ladies at first” he lied “then he took of the wig!”. He shot off and his grandmother never asked what happened. Kate looked at Terri “is that something you feel you have buried?” she asked Terri nodded and explained how he had sometimes tried to be overtly masculine, playing sports, drinking with the guys, when he was bothered by what he saw as improper thoughts. Kate put down her glass “such as being with a man?” she asked. “Have you ever done anything with a man?” she questioned, but the look on Terri’s face said it all. Whether it was the wine or the company but Terri told her about Sam, and Kate raised her eyebrows “did you enjoy it though?” she asked and Terri smiled “actually yes I did, but what if he comes back and wants more?” she asked, but in her mind she was hoping that would happen.
Kate smiled “having a sexual relationship with a man is nothing to be worried or frightened about” she set her wine glass down “in fact I have had several”. Terri looked at her “it’s different for you though, I eh, lack the proper equipment” she laughed. Kate looked at her as if deciding something then took a deep breath “there is something I should tell you” she swallowed a gulp of the wine “I was born Kenny, so we are not really that different!” Terri sat there open mouthed “but you have ti, I mean breasts” she retorted, and realised how stupid that was. Kate laughed “and they were worth every penny but I am still very much Kenny down there!” and she added “and yes I do have sex with men, and I enjoy it”. Terri looked at her new friend, taking in the long dark hair, the sculptured brows and immaculate make up, the perfect cleavage and the long legs in smooth nylon. “I could never look as good as you do” she sighed and Kate laughed “you already do look great, I am sure Sam is looking forward to seeing you again”. At the mention of that Terri felt a tingle in her panties, and she started to wonder what it would be like to submit to Sam, be fucked by him. Kate saw her expression and smiled “ wait there” she said and left the room. When she returned she was carrying a bag. She handed it to Terri “open it when you get home” she instructed her.
The two talked for a while longer then Terri realised that it was gone midnight and both were yawning. She left, walking out into the cool night air. As she walked to her door she could see Kate watching her and waved as she walked into the house. Once inside she kicked off her shoes, sat down on the sofa and opened the bag. There was note on scented notepaper, explaining that in the bag was a vibrator, condoms, lube and a douche bulb. Terri looked at the bulb and realised what it meant, her hand brushed the smooth surface of the vibrator and she began to feel an erection beginning. She went upstairs, stripped off the dress, bra and hold ups, went into the bathroom and reading the instructions used the bulb. She made sure she was clean then went into the bedroom. She slipped on the silk nightie she had worn the previous night then used her phone to log onto a porn site. She soon found a video of a man kissing a TV, she was wearing a short skirt, he was lifting the skirt and exposing her stockings. Terri could feel her own erection rising, her breathing became more rapid as she stroked her cock through the satin panties. She grabbed the tube of lube, laid a towel on the bed and slid a slippery finger into her arse. She gasped and her eyes went wide as she experienced pleasure like never before. She slipped in a second finger, then a third, moaning as she did so, her cock dripping pre-come on the towel. She withdrew the fingers, spread lube on the vibrator. She slid it in, feeling it stretch her as it did, she switched it on and the vibrations made her bite down on her lip as her left hand pushed the vibrator in and out, whilst her right wanked her iron hard cock. She closed her eyes, imagining Sam taking her virginity, hard and brutal. Suddenly she exploded, her body quivering as she experienced her first anal orgasm. It seemed like ages but it was probably only minutes before she looked down. The panties and the nightie were soaked, she slipped them off, dropped them into the laundry basket and went to bed in a fresh pair of panties.
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