It was after two o’clock in the morning by the time we got back to Tiffany’s apartment. Both of us were not wearing panties under our skirts and I was tingling from the cool night air on my well reamed ass. Tiffany suggested we slip into some comfortable lingerie to sleep in. She picked out a long sheer night gown for me. I stripped down completely before pulling the gown over my head. After peeing, I climbed in bed next to Tif, spooning her, as we both fell fast asleep.
It was late in the morning when we finally woke up as Tiffany asked, “How do you feel this morning, Sweetie?”
I responded, “Wonderful. Last night was unbelievable. I really felt like a woman.”
“Good. Are you ready to move up another step?”
I couldn’t imagine what else there could possibly be as I cautiously asked, “What’s next?”
“You forgot what you promised me yesterday? You said we could talk about getting your ears pierced. Remember? It’s not a huge step. Even men get their ears pierced today.”
She was right. It wasn’t a big thing and after last night I knew I wanted to move forward with my transformation. I smiled as I told her, “Okay, Sweetie, anything for my BFF. I can’t believe how far I’ve come in less than a week.”
“Let’s take a bath together and get cleaned up.”
She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and peed first, then I sat and peed as she started the bath water, adding some bubble bath. We both took off our gowns and she sat in the tub first. I got in on the other end facing her with my legs over top of hers. She tossed me one of those sponge like things. I dipped it into the water, then started rubbing my face and upper body. As Tiffany worked her way down her body she switched to my legs and moved up them to my cock. Putting one hand around my cock and the other hand around my balls she lifted my hips slightly pulling me into her lap. I had to lean back on my hands to keep my head from falling under the water.
I could feel her cock begin to harden between my cheeks while at the same time my cock was hardening in her hand. I pulled back a little until the tip of her dick was against my rosebud. Then, I used my hands behind me to push my body forward forcing her cock into my ass. She used her hands on my cock and balls to pull herself into me, also. My feet were on both sides of her under her shoulders while my knees bent upward as I slid forward driving her cock deep into my ass. I could feel the precum oozing from my dick as I savored the fullness inside me.
Our eyes locked as I began to let out a quiet moan and a smile ran across my face. I wanted to sit up on her, but I was immobilized by her hold on my cock. She started fucking me by pulling me back and forth by my dick while bucking her hips up a little. I so wanted it to last, however, I felt like I was going to explode at any minute. My only consolation was she looked like she was going to orgasm herself.
She declared, “Ohhhh Kat, I’m going to cum in your ass. Is that okay?”
I answered with several pushes forward, “Oh yes Tif, cum inside me, shoot your load in me before I blow mine.”
She squeezed my cock tight and pulled hard as I could feel her cock pumping inside me. Within seconds my dick erupted sending my cum straight up in the air two or three feet, then landing on my face, neck, and chest. It was the furthest I’ve ever shot my load. It was unbelievably hot everywhere it landed. I could taste some of it on my lips. Only Tiffany can make me cum like this. We both froze for a few minutes as our orgasms subsided.
I pushed my body up into a sitting position in her lap. She reached out her arms and pulled me into a hug and kissed my lips with hers. Then she began to lick my lips and chin as she said, “I can taste your cum, Sweetie. That was so quick and intense. I hope you don’t mind that I came inside you. I never expected to cum so quickly.”
“Of course not. You’re my BFF. I trust you. Besides, I really wanted to get creamed in my ass eventually. I guess we’re going to need to get cleaned up.” We both laughed.
I put my hands on the side of the tub and lifted myself up as Tiffany’s cock pulled out of me. I stood up in the tub. I could feel a little of Tif’s cum between my cheeks. She leaned forward and licked the remaining cum from my cock. Then, I stepped out of the tub and sat on the toilet. I could feel her cum run from my ass as I pushed it out like I was going to shit. I wiped with some toilet paper before suggesting we use the shower this time to clean up.
Tiffany drained the tub, closed the curtains, and started the shower. I stepped into the shower with her. We washed each other with some fragrant body wash. She wrapped her arms around me from behind as she said, “You have such a beautiful body, Sweetie. You’re going to make such an amazing woman. I hope you let your hair grow in right away.”
She spent the next few hours planning and convincing me the things I should do for my transformation as we dressed, ate, and drove to the mall. I thought about my situation. I lived alone, worked from home, my father left when I was only five years old, I haven’t spoken with my mother in a few years, and I now lived hundreds of miles from where I grew up. There was only a handful of people that would ever know I transitioned and probably none that cared anyway. Why would I hesitate? The world has changed in the last few years. It seems everything is acceptable. I knew this is what I wanted and Tiffany had opened the door for me. It was time for me to walk through it.
By the time we arrived at the mall, I was ready to continue my journey. We went to a jewelry store where I got my ears pierced and bought some earrings, two bracelets, two necklaces, and an ankle bracelet. It was so much fun shopping. While the mall was more expensive, the selection was so much greater. I bought a pair of friend’s bracelets with half a heart for Tiffany and myself at another store. We bought some strappy high heels, spring dresses, and a few more bras. However, I said no to the nail salon since it would require me to go en femme before my natural hair was long enough and I didn’t want to have to wear a wig all the time.
After a lengthy discussion with Tiffany, I agreed to “come out” on my birthday in six months. It seemed appropriate and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to make the transition. My hair would be long enough by then that I could have it styled. It would also give me time to refine my walk, work on my voice, and continue to learn to be a woman. Until then, I would have to settle for being a weekend gurl.
We went back to Tif’s apartment after having dinner near the mall. We both tried on all of the things we bought while we were out. Tif insisted that I wear one of her wigs home so that I could stay dressed in my skin tight jeans, shear blouse, and lace bra with breast forms. It didn’t take much convincing as I really didn’t want to change into men’s clothes. I was surprised that I filled two entire shopping bags with everything I purchased for myself over the weekend.
Tiffany walked me to my car carrying one of the bags. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips before giving me her phone number so I could call her, leaving both our numbers on our cell phones. As I got into my car she said, “I hope we’re going to spend next weekend together, Sweetie.”
I replied, “Of course. You know I like to spend as much time with my BFF as possible.”
It was almost dark when I pulled into my apartment parking lot. There were no parking spots along the front of the building so I had to park on the other side. I started putting my bags, shoes, and pocketbook on the front of the car. Suddenly, I heard a voice, “Can I help you with some of that?”
I turned around to see an older man walking around my car as I answered, “I think I’ll be okay.”
He replied, “Are you sure? You look like you have too much for anyone to carry by themselves. I promise I won’t bite you.”
I realized it was just my normal defense mechanism. He was right, there was too much to carry in one trip. Why shouldn’t a woman accept help from a man? “Okay. That is sweet of you, Thank you.”
He took both shopping bags leaving me to carry the shoes, pocket book, and small bag of my male clothes. He walked beside me as he said, “If you come home past five or six, you can never get a close parking spot.” Which apartment do you live in?”
I answered, “G24.”
“I live in G14,” he said as we neared the main entrance of the building.
Panic began to set in as I realized he lived in the apartment just below mine. He probably knew that there was no woman living in my apartment. What if he figured it out? What would he think when he sees a man coming out tomorrow? What would Tiffany do? What am I going to do? He was opening the front door for me.
As I stepped in and walked toward the steps to the second floor, he followed with my bags. I was going to tell him it wasn’t necessary to carry the bags up, but it seemed senseless at this point. At the top of the steps, I paused as I unlocked my door before opening it. He followed me in and set the bags on the floor.
“Thank you so much, Sweetie,” I instinctively said. “You are such a dear.”
“That’s quite alright. It was my pleasure. How long have you lived here?” he asked.
I knew I would eventually reach a point where my newly planned transformation would come face to face with reality, while maybe not this soon, it was as good as time as any. I felt comfortable and safe with the situation, not to mention, the sudden thrill of what was possible, so I answered, “Going on three years now. My name is Katrina. Kat for short.”
With a slightly puzzled look, he said, “Wow, I thought a man lived here all this time.”
Tiffany’s influence came through as I couldn’t resist saying with a big smile, “Yes, well that’s changing.”
He smiled back with a look of understanding and acceptance, “Sounds like a change for the better. My name is Gregg. It is nice to meet you.” He lifted my hand and kissed it gently.
I was quite sure he knew what was going on. Tiffany would have been so impressed with me I thought to myself. But, she wouldn’t stop there. So I pushed forward a little further. “It’s nice to meet a gentleman. Maybe we can have a cup of coffee one evening. I’m home all week until Friday.”
“I might take you up on that offer.”
“Please do dear.”
As soon as he left, I locked the door and took my bags to my bedroom. Spreading all my new clothing out on the bed, it became clear I needed some drawer space for much of it. I looked through my bureau and decided to take some of my male clothes out to make room for my female clothes. I packed up a large portion of my male clothes in some storage bags I had in the closet. This left me one drawer for my panties, one for my bras, one for my lingerie, and a larger drawer for some of my shorts and blouses. A thrill ran through me as I neatly folded and placed my gurl clothes in their new home. It also became apparent to me that I couldn’t wait six months to complete my planned transformation. Next weekend already seemed too far away.
I took off my jeans and blouse looking through my closet in just my bra and panties to find something to wear for the night. I was debating whether to remove my breast forms. They’re not supposed to be worn to bed, but they make me look and feel sexier. They also have a tendency to shift through the night, sometimes falling out completely. I thought how wonderful it must be to have real breasts like Tiffany.
In the meantime, I felt I needed better breast forms so I sat down in front of my computer and searched some sites. It was amazing the variety that was available. After researching for an hour or so, I settled for a pair of asymmetrical size 34 “C” cup forms that could be worn to bed, but required medical adhesive. Using my credit card, I ordered the forms, adhesive, and expedited delivery. They claimed seven to ten day delivery in a plain box. I decided to remove my breast forms for the night and wear a padded bra with a short teddy to bed.