It all started with a Hen Night

9 A New Beginning

Everything had gone quiet. I cracked open the bedroom door, Kelly had fallen asleep in front of the door. Covering her with a blanket, she didn't deserve it, but I couldn't just let her get cold. I left my keys on the table, took my meagrely packed overnight bag and quietly let myself out.

Where was I going to go, I wandered aimlessly, eventually, I found myself sitting in a bus shelter crying.

A man approached and asked, "are you alright Miss? Can I help?"
That made me cry more, as I was attempting to give the impression of being male. "No thank you, I'm just upset after breaking up with my partner."
"Oh, I'm sorry. ... The next bus won't be for another half hour. Would you like me to wait and see you onto the bus?"
"No, but thank you for your concern. I'll manage."

Eventually, the bus arrived, it was headed to an adjoining town, but I didn't care where it went. I asked the driver if there was a hotel near the centre of where he was going.

"Yes miss, there's a Premium Inn, less than five minutes away from the centre. I'll let you know when we get there."

When we arrived, he gave me directions. It was very easy to find and I checked in. Picking up the keycard, I noticed that I was still wearing nail varnish. I got to my room and started crying all over again, despite not wearing my breast forms, trying to be masculine wasn't working. Apart from the nail varnish, I'd forgotten about the earrings. I stripped off got in bed, crying, tossing and turning. I barely slept, for two days I only got up to put out a 'Do Not Disturb' sign, or use the toilet.

Hunger eventually forced me to get dressed and go out. The first place I found was a burger bar, not my normal choice in food, but I didn't care. Once I'd eaten and had a warm drink, that purported to be coffee, I went to the toilet. As I washed my hands after, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked dreadful, hair was greasy and dark bags under my eyes. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself and sort myself out.

Back at the hotel. I slipped into a rose-scented bubble bath and after giving myself a thorough wash. I let the water out and refilled the bath for a long leisurely soak, as I lay there my mind began to wander.

I'd gone out for a light lunch. All the tables were occupied so, I asked a woman sat on her own if she minded me joining her.

"No, please join me."

We were soon chatting, I can't remember exactly, but probably about makeup and our favourite dress shops. Anyway, the conversation eventually became more intimate with lots of innuendoes.

She was wearing a mustard coloured summer dress, printed with little animals and foliage, that buttoned down the front.

At some point I was staring at her bosom, sure that her nipples were becoming hard, was she wearing a bra?

She lent forward, discreetly undoing the top button and said, "do you like what you see?"
My mouth went dry as I croaked "yesss."

She wasn't wearing a bra, I could see those nipples, and the phrase 'Chapel hat pegs' came to mind.

Her hand rested on my knee, my knees parted slightly and I sighed as I held her hand there, not resisting.

"Do you want to come back to my place?"
"Yes, ... please," I pleaded in a whisper.

We went back to her apartment, which was only a couple of streets away. As soon as she closed the door, we were in a fierce embrace, kissing, our lips mashing together. I undid the buttons of her dress, so I could get to those beautiful breasts, fondle, kiss, lick and suck on them. She had her hands up my skirt, squeezing and caressing my bum through my panties. By the time we reached her bedroom, I was down to bra and panties, having lost my skirt and blouse along the way. Debbie, as I discovered she was called, was only in her panties. We lay on the bed kissing and exploring each other, her hand reached around and undid my bra, releasing my breasts.

"So beautiful," she murmured, taking a nipple in her mouth.

I was caressing her mound through the material of her very damp panties. My hand slipped inside a leg opening, to find she was shaved, my finger was swallowed by her slit. I tried taking her panties off, but I didn't have enough reach because of the position we were in. So she helped me while making love, with her mouth, to each of my nipples in turn. I wanted to touch, feel and play with her pussy, but she was sliding down my body, kissing, licking all the way down to my panties, whilst tweaking my nipples between finger and thumb. She took the waistband in her mouth and started to pull down. Impatient, I helped her take my panties off, raised and opened my legs, giving her all the access we both wanted. Her hand reached out to play with my pubic mound. Oh, the feel of her fingers stroking and playing with my pubic hair was heavenly. Soon she was parting my wet swollen lips, tracing the outline of my vulva. Her fingers moved deeper into my folds, finding my vagina, first one then two fingers invaded where nobody else's fingers had ever been. Her tongue and lips now came into play. I was climbing the walls, so far she hadn't touched my clit, and I was desperate.

"Please ... " I mumbled, trying to position myself so she'd lick my clit.

It didn't work, she extracted her fingers, licked round my virgin hole, before inserting her tongue.

"Please ... please ... clit ... please" I was powerless, completely subservient, but desperate for release. Suddenly I nearly hit the ceiling as her fingers were inserted again and her tongue flicked my clit.

"Aaaaaahhh ... oooohhh ... fuuuck ... yesss ... "

Her tongue continued to explore and flick, her lips nibbled and sucked.

"I ... I'm ... cu ... cum ... mi .. ming" I screamed, fireworks were lighting up my brain, my body was fizzing and tingling.

My eyes snapped open.
I'd cum all over my chest!
What the fuck?
How was that even possible?
Coming round, I was shocked at my obvious maleness, everything had been just so real.
I didn't want the daydream to stop.

As I came down from a most intense orgasm, she crawled up and held me. Eventually, we started kissing again. My hand crept down to her shaved pubes, between her legs and up to caress her bum. She humped my forearm. I finger fucked and licked her to her own orgasm. We rested a while. With our legs wrapped around each other, we started scissoring, wet vulva to wet vulva, engorged labia kissing engorged labia, our hypersensitive clits doing an erotic tango. Exploding together in our mutual orgasms, we collapsed in a sweaty panting embrace back down to the bed.

It had happened again!
I'd cum all over myself again!
I scooped some up with my fingers and tasted it, hmmm nice.
What would it be like straight from source?
Whoa!
Where did that thought come from!?
I'd never had any desire for any kind of sex with a man.
Was I really a woman, in the wrong body, trying to get out?

I cleaned myself up. The bath had gone cold, so I had a quick shower to warm up and got out of the bath. I was buzzing. I was angry with the people in work, especially Kelly, for feminising me, or was I? Yes and no. Yes, that they'd all colluded in feminising me. No, without that push I'd never have acted out my secret desire. Without the extra push, I would have been too afraid to buy myself a new wardrobe and wouldn't even have been able to dress in secret. When Kelly had asked if I wanted to be a woman I'd said no, but I wasn't sure, I liked the feminine me. Did Kelly love me, or was it just lust? Thinking about it I was just her sex toy, her sex doll, her project. In a way, she had succeeded in changing me, just not in the way either of us expected.

Yes, I was determined. I was going to live life as I wanted, not forced to play a role, but to make my own decisions. Tomorrow I was going out and buying some new underwear, new bras, skirts, blouses and shoes. Sod the cost. I shaved my armpits, trimmed my bikini line, paying particular attention to my balls and bum, checked my legs, face and chest, they'd do for a few more days. I'd been using an IPL hair removal device, must put a new one on the list as well, it was brilliant, my hair was a lot finer and needed only a little maintenance. I was excited about tomorrow. I was starting a new life, I needed a new name, a number came to mind. It had to be different but nondescript, from now on I would be Pauline Jones. I had the best nights sleep in a long time.