A Twisted life Ch. 03

Continuing story of a man, TRULY trapped, in a woman’s body, and adjusting to it~

Every day, I was more comfortable in Susan’s body. I was happy, and going out pretty regularly now, with the “girls”. Lynn and I had had sex a few times, and I’d been with Karen once. Dana kept teasing that she felt left out, and Lynn and Karen told her that I might not be “ready” for her , yet. One night, after a rousing rave, we went back to Karen’s place, and continued the party. We were all extremely buzzed, and flirty, and getting pretty handsy. We kept swapping partners as we danced, and I didn’t notice at the time, (too much too drink, and smoke) but Karen and Lynn kind of backed away a little, and left Dana and I to dance. Most of the music was fast, but a slow song came on and we were grinding against each other. Dana whispered in my ear, “Is it my turn?” She looked so sweet, and hopeful, I kissed her. Karen and Lynn grinned as Dana pulled me into the guest bedroom.

She started pulling what clothes I still had on, off, and running her hands over my breasts and waist. “God, girl, I have wanted you since the first night. I hope you aren’t disappointed in me tonight.” She latched her lips on my nipple and I was wet in seconds. I don’t know if Lynn told her that was my weakness, or if she just had a thing for breasts, but it didn’t matter. I yanked her bra off and was massaging her small, perky cups. One of her hands went into my thong, and found my wetness. Her mouth slide down my tummy, and further, to my lips. Fuck, she has a long tongue! She was fucking me with it. I swear, I had visions of Gene Simmons assailing me. I was clutching her head and pushing into her face. Lynn had been good? But I couldn’t even think, I was cumming so hard. Wave after wave. NOW I knew why the girls partied together so much. I fell back on the bed, pulling her with me.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll return the favor.” I was Kemer travesti still trembling, but trying to reach her panties. She pulled back, shaking her head.

N-no, Susan, you… don’t have to. I…I’m not ,..who… you think. I , um, wasn’t born a woman, and, I, we, should have told you before now. Honestly, though, I never thought I’d get a chance with you. I wanted to pleasure you, and don’t expect you to… do the same.” I sat up, mouth open.

“What? No way. You-you… are a girl!”

She just shook her head, and said, “Only on the inside. I haven’t had the surgery.

F-Fuck, what do I do now? She, though not stunning, looked every bit a woman. I looked at her panties, and saw nothing. She saw my eyes, and said, “It’s small, AND tucked away. That’s why you never noticed. I’ve been living as a woman since I was 17. I’m sorry I deceived you, I was just so attracted to you..” I saw the shamed look on her face ,and reached out, pulled her to me, hugging her tight.

“You don’t have to be sorry. We all have secrets. One day, maybe I’ll tell you mine..”

We laid there together, and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, she was coming out of the bathroom, in a towel, having showered. I got up, fixed my makeup, had coffee with the girls. Dana looked a little sheepish, and I hugged her again. Hoping to make her feel better, I leaned close and said, “I’m in love with that tongue!” All of us laughed, and Karen and Lynn nodded in agreement. I think it helped.

On the drive home, It hit me, that I had almost been with a man. Well, kind of. Maybe because she lived as a woman, it didn’t bother me at all. For the first time since waking up, I wondered about a cock. What did hers look like? It HAD to be small, because even in tight clothes, nothing showed. And, if she kept it hidden, even during sex, how did she experience pleasure? I mean, I love diving between Kemer travestileri a girl’s legs, too, but, ultimately, I want to get off, too. Maybe I’ll ask, on our next outing. Damn, WHY am I getting wet again?

Over the following days, it stayed on my mind. Dana lived as a woman, a lesbian woman. But, HOW did she achieve pleasure? I don’t know why it nagged at me, but, finally, I HAD to ask. I went to her place, and sat her down, explaining that it was driving me nuts, wondering about her sexuality.

She took a breath and answered. “It’s simple, really. I think I’ve always wanted to be a girl, so, I became one…as much as I can. But, as much as I wanted to be a woman, I’m afraid… to be…with a man. Does that make sense?”

That hit me. I still haven’t told the girls my full story, so I simply nodded. “I-I might be afraid, too, Dana. It is so easy to be with other girls. But, you have no outlet, to get off, do you?” With that, she blushed.

“I do… but, in private. When I’m alone, I use toys… on myself. Making believe that it’s a man.” This time, I blushed.

Her eyes lit up. “OH, you do TOO?” and she giggled. “So, I guess maybe neither of us is lesbian, we are just big chickens.” I know I looked sheepish as I nodded again. “Maybe we should… try and get brave, yeah? I will, if you will.”

She could tell by the look on my face that I didn’t quite get it. How about, THIS weekend, you and I go out to a STRAIGHT bar. Test the water, so to speak. See if we can meet guys that we aren’t terrified of, ok?”

“Ooh, Dana, I d-don’t know… if I’m …ready for that.”

“Well, we will never be ready, if we keep putting it off. We’ll stick together, ok? Be each other’s support blanket. We don’t have to, um, have sex, or anything, with anyone, but let’s just see if we feel comfortable, Please? I’m scared too, but think I could give it a try, if you go with Travesti kemer me. After all, I’m taking the biggest risk. Some guys do not like girls that AREN’T all girl. You are stunning, without the extra that I have. Ok? Please? Let’s do it! I’m tired of being afraid, aren’t you?”

She was so sincere, and I could see how badly she wanted to make the leap. But, could I? “Ok, but, just going out, maybe dance, nothing sexual, right?” I couldn’t tell her my real hesitation. To the world, I was a full woman. Not a man in a woman’s body, so what reasonable excuse would I have? If Dana was brave enough, I had to be. And, really, how bad could it be? Just dancing, and drinks, socializing… with men. I hoped I could pull it off. I KNOW it would thrill Susan’s mom. A big first step.

So, we made plans. We mapped out the most popular clubs in the area, with the best reviews. Mostly checking those with low instances of fights, harassments, etc. We told Lynn and Karen that we were going out together, that we’d see them next week. My ‘moms’ were both happy, and encouraging. Dana and I went shopping. We wanted sexy, but not TOO ‘slutty’ looking. Some of the clothes we were wearing to the gay bars would have attracted the wrong kind of guys, we felt.

On Friday, I drove to Dana’s, and we got an Uber to the Club, “The Manhattan”. It was big, and nicely decorated. There were big bouncers/Doormen, which made us feel at ease. We were early enough to find a good table not far from the dance floor, and ordered drinks. I was not too surprised that they were high tables, so we sat on posh stools. It was my thought that it was to show more leg, but maybe there was another reason. After we ordered our second drink, we moved to the dance floor. While more subdued than in the gay clubs, we danced enticingly with each other. The drinks, and the dancing, knocked the edge off our nervousness. After a few songs, we went back to the table for another drink, but were followed by a couple of guys. I bit my lip when they stepped up to the table, and asked if they could join us. Dana and I exchanged glances and nodded this. I sucked in a deep breath (I’m sure she did too) This is it. Show time.

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