48-TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS
I don't remember much until I heard, Bob say, "What the ..?" Jack ran into the bedroom.
Ihad passed out on the king size bed, the front of my dress had been opened and my bra undone. My pink nipples stood out boldly on my soft mounds. As the room spun, I realized my panties were lying in a heap and my bare thighs spread slightly....showing my tiny secret. As luck would have it, tonight was one of the rare occasions when I wasn't wearing my DiVert device.
Bob looked at Jack and said, “She's a guy!" Then they both stared at me. I wanted to run but Bob roughly grabbed
my arm.
While I tried to sober up, Bob said, "I bet they were both
guys.
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I was speechless.
Jack proclaimed. "What are we going to do, beat 'em up?" Bob tested my breasts to see if they were real, and said, "They look like a girls”?”
"He has the shape of a girl too!” Jack said. Bob asked, "You like being a girl, right?" He outlined the tips of my breasts with his fingers.
I could tell they were confused and I hoped to work this out without getting hurt.
Istammered, "I'm sorry, I'm on female hormones and they must have affected..."
"And look at this guy's creamy white thighs,” Bob said with a bit of confusion in his voice, then added "You are really very pretty."
I was flushed and on the verge of tears, I was trying to explain. But they didn't really want to talk. Jack sat on the bed and ran his hand gently running over my breasts and nipples. He gasp, "What wonderful breasts. Does this feel good?"
"Yes, but . . .I mean, please, you got this whole thing wrong," I said. "You see...if you'll just let me explain...
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Bob said, "You weren't just teasing us were you? Do you like making love to men?"
"I haven't...," I said blushing trying again to explain. It was too late to explain. Bob had gently moved me over on my stomach and had lifted my skirt carefully, saying "You are a very beautiful girl.'
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He reached into a drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He smoothly climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my creamy thighs. I was a bit dizzy and not totally aware what was happening. Bob whispered to me, "You have wonderful smooth hips, just like a girls. You look, walk, smell and feel so much like a girl. You're much too girlish to ever be a boy again."
I was in a panic. I wanted to yell but Jack put his finger to his lips and said, “It's okay, we're glad you're becoming a girl."
Bob was enjoying the coming sneak attack. He took my hips and pulled them back gently until his single-minded maleness was exerting pressure to enter.
My eyes opened and instantaneously got real big as I realized what was happening. The pressure abruptly became stress as Bob thrust his pelvis forward entering me slightly. A shrill scream escaped my ruby lips as I awoke to the realism of the moment. I started to thrash, but it was too late. Bob stopped and asked, “Don't you want to be a girl?” I nodded, then inch by inch, Bob ground himself into me, the strain soon had me moaning.
I pleaded, "Please... Ohhh. Please stop...I don't want to be a girl...this way!"
"Just relax," Bob said, “it'll feel good in a minute. All girls have a time like this. . .you'll grow to love it." Bob continued his assault and was soon pressed fully into my trembling body. A feeling of relief came over me as Bob began to pull back. The next thrust caused my eyes to bulge and another cry escaped from my lips.
Bob soon had set a rhythm of long strokes. On each withdrawal, there was hope, soon to be followed by a feeling of horror. Bob was gasping how about what a wonderful girl I made. Bob said, "You're becoming a woman now.
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A panic came over me. I renewed my struggle to get away. Bob's strong hands simply took a stronger grip on my hips and impaled me fully. This continued until I quit struggling. My long curls and breasts trembled at this rude awakening.
Bob reached around and teased my nipples, rolling them in his fingers. He pressed them together, teasing, “I hope you get pregnant.
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I pleaded, trying to get my breath,. "Please...!”