If you are under 18 orwhatever the legal age to read sexually explicit material then please donot read any further. The same is true if you are offend...d bytranssexualism, lesbianism or for that matter any of the topics that is tofound in tales in a web site such as this.This is the first chapter in a six part story about how a shy male becamethe woman he should have been born. It is told from the perspective of thewoman who made it all happen. The story is public domain and I wouldgreatly. I had to pace myself and not enjoy all the goodies at one..."patience" I reminded myself..."one thing at a time....stick with the plan...this is about him not you." The jocks came off pretty quickly though, I just had to get to that bottom, and pronto. I thought next I'd make use of that lovely whip over on the table, I slowly drew it back and forth across his body. All across his back and the back of his legs...the touch of a hundred fingers can be a lovely thing. He seemed to enjoy that. I. He felt different, changed. The pain hurt, but only for the moment. It was a kind of transdescendental, the pain. It ate at him, the experience. With his free hand he began to stroke his rapidly engorging member. He closed his eyes and pictured her face. He fantasized fucking her, slowly. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he pumped his cock into her pussy.His hand released his cock right before ejaculating, and he swung his legs off the bed and took several deep breaths. He wanted her.. He took my lower lip and slowly began to suck it. Then he took my upper lips also; his mouth tasted good. Then I took the upper hand and climbed on him and began to suck his lower lip. Meanwhile he lowered his tongue inside my mouth. The deep passionate kiss lasted a long time. Then I wanted to take charge. I have asked him to strip off. He asked me to do the same. I did not agree; then he asked me remove the pallu of the saree for that he can watch my breasts. I did not budge, and then he came.