TITLE    : Becoming Jacqueline Pt. 02
STORYID  : becoming-jacqueline-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Sliding irreversibly into sensual femininity as Jacquline.
AUTHOR   : Jacqueline_Love@lit
DATE     : 2018-10-16
CATEGORY : transgender-crossdressers
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |sissy|sissification|transvestite|transsexual|crossdressing|ladyboy|submission|


---------EARLY SUMMER----------



It was only mid-June, and yet my summer was progressing at a different pace and intensity than any summer I'd ever had. I had been out of school for only a week before Mrs. Russo had come to our house and hired me to do household chores for her and her husband, Mike. 



It has been slightly over three weeks since I began working for them doing chores here and there, and I have only missed one day being at their house. Today, then, is only my second day off from working, but I still need to stop by the house this morning so that Vicky can administer my vitamins. I wear two transdermal patches each day, which are placed right above each butt cheek in the small of my back. I also take three pills a day. 



I feel really different on the vitamins. I wouldn't say I am actually calmer, because I seem a bit more emotional, but it feels kind of like that - more like I am way less aggressive or pushy, and hence just more at peace and serene; almost, in a way, more submissive. I just don't get so worked-up about silly stuff, but I do have bouts of wanting to cry at the littlest things, but I fight the urge.



I have been on YouTube looking up lots of make-up and fashion tutorials, which I am finding really interesting. When once I spent hours watching music videos of my favorite metal bands, or binge-watching anime, I now cruise websites for pretty fashion and make-up brands. I have developed a thing for Bebe and Guess dresses, Victoria's Secret, Forever 21, and MAC and Sephora make-up. At first it was just out of curiosity, but now I am subscribed to their e-mailing lists and so I get updated almost daily.



I have also become deeply obsessed with pretty heels. While I have almost memorized the full product lines of designers such as Christian Louboutin, Giuseppe Zanotti, Casadei, and DSquared2, they are all totally unaffordable to me. Luckily I now have Vicky's cast-off styles of very sexy heels that she thinks I take to Goodwill. I don't, I keep them and wear them every day.. If I were to start buying my own, I really like Steve Madden heels for their edgy style and affordability. A month ago, I knew nothing of these things and yet today I can immediately name the brand and model I like, in color names that guys would never know - fuchsia, taupe, tangerine, and plum.



My skin seems healthier and way softer and smooth, and any acne I had is just gone totally. My lips seem a bit fuller, more pink and lush, too, but I think it is just the good vegan foods and water-only regimen. All these good, healthy changes are from the "all fruit and veggie" diet Vicky has put me on. She has become like my surrogate Mom, and this, combined with her natural caring and nurturing instincts of being a nurse and a health fanatic have really rubbed off on me in a good way. I want to do anything and everything to please her, so I follow her advice religiously on food intake and my vitamin regimen.



Also, Mike, Vicky's big, beefy, overly muscular jock-of-a-husband, has really been putting me through very intensive weight training at their home - like 90 minutes a day --- to build up my gluteus maximus muscles in my butt. It is killing me, my ass and thigh muscles hurt like hell, but Mike says it will really build strength for the only sport I enjoy, which is distance running. I have been running about 15 to 20 miles every second or third day, and it is paying off; it is really working. I have been hitting a record pace. 



Mike unknowingly, it seems, intimidates me greatly. I think he is helping me do this because his wife has asked for him to assist me. I get the impression that he really thinks I am a waste of his time. He acts nice, but I sense there is a tension between us. He is so big, powerful, and manly and that alone is intimidating, and I think he just feels I am a pussy or some androgynous weak femboy or something - it is hard for him to hide that he kind of sees me as a total limp-wristed loser. He hasn't said as much but I feel he thinks less of me because of my stature, size, and my ever-increasing comfort with my androgynous but increasingly more feminine look. I want to say, "Hey, we can't all be big-ass muscle-jocks. Some of us are just born tiny!". I won't, but I feel like that. Anyway, maybe I am wrong. I have become so very hyper-sensitive to other people's feelings and what they think of me lately.



My body is now very thin except for my butt and leg muscles, which are growing. My arms have become skinny as ever, as has my neckline and overall torso. My waist size is down from 22" to 21" thanks to Vicky's strict dietary restrictions she has me on. Mike says, at some point in the future, we can address that skinny upper-body later with further exercise. Right now, though, we are exclusively focused on getting me some bigger thighs, glutes, and strengthening my abdomen.



So, a progress report on all that: we are definitely keeping up with our goal for me to really build up my butt and thigh muscles, while at the same time keeping my tummy and chest and arms as tiny and thin as possible. I had brought it up with Mike just yesterday, again, and when I asked him about this, he said "Look, you want to be as efficient as possible in distance running, right Jackie? You need legs, big powerful legs and big butt muscles to endure the grind and propel an otherwise light body forward with all speed. Make sense?" To me, it does.



So, between the new vitamins, the strict vegan diet, and the butt-and-leg focused workout, I am really seeing changes. My tiny torso, narrow shoulder width, and slender neckline and top-frame is even more lean and taut than ever; I have almost zero body fat up top but interestingly the only exception to this is that my upper chest area is softer, and my nipples are increasingly sensitive, almost seeming to become larger. 



I brought this up to Mike, and he said "Ask 'Nurse Vicky'."



When asked, Vicky told me that is not uncommon to get some hormonal shifts as one moves to an all-vegan diet. The strict and restricted vegan diet she has me on, coupled with a bunch of additional herbal supplements she has added (like Maca Root, Saw Palmetto, and Pueraria mirfaca) all have large amounts of natural plant chemicals that mimic human hormones. In fact the Pueraria is massively high in feminizing hormones, but she say it should have little effect. And, if that is not enough, in addition to all the herbals I am ingesting, she is continuing me on the vitamins; administered every day, there is just a whole lot of new hormonal chemistry occurring in my little frame. 



Vicky's view is, "It is an overwhelming combination of new hormones and nutrients and vitamins to your body, Jackie," and, as she always does, smiling and teasing reassuringly, "You have a thin runners body, and Mike is just building up your core and legs. The subtle breast development you have right now will probably go away soon, so don't worry about it baby. Plus, last time I looked, all boys love to play with breasts! Why not carry around a pair of boobies yourself?"



She had amazing tits, no doubt, and looking at her when she said that, I thought, "Maybe they'd be fun?" I admit that when she said that I might be having some "breast development" from my new diet and exercise regimen, my thoughts were "Hey, that's kind of ok; it would be fun to have my own boobs." But then I just passed that off as not possible, and I never gave it much further thought for the next few weeks.



But over the next days and weeks, the thoughts lingered and my hope grew, "What if 'probably go away' does not happen? What if my breasts continue to grow?" 



I began to imagine having breasts and began to wonder how big I might be able to have them before someone noticed. But then I returned to reality. 



"Silly boy," I thought, "You can't grow breasts with just vitamins and herbs." Yet, every few days as I noticed them after a shower or playing on Vicky's closet at night, I secretly wished they would grow. As time went on, they did not shrink. They were indeed growing slowly at first, but it would take time for me to realize it.



For the moment, what was really a big change was that my butt and upper-legs are growing very fast - even at this early stage in the workout - it is all just so intense working out with Mike. So now, less than a month after starting all of this new routine with the Russo's, my overall look is curvier, and I will admit increasingly and significantly feminine, but I decided it really it is the shape I need for distance running. Coincidentally I am starting to like my new accentuated hourglass shape for all the non-stop, daily cross-dressing I have been doing. But mainly, it definitely is helping with my distance running. 



So, for my two pastimes this summer -- running and cross-dressing -- Mike's goal of my workout -- giving me a big ass and thighs with a itty-bitty waist and a skinny, almost anorexic upper body is absolutely perfect. I am really enjoying running again as I feel more powerful and almost unstoppable for taking on long runs. Plus as i said already, I have to admit it, in heels and a mini-dress my ass looks way bigger and rounder, especially as it is offset by the tiniest narrow waistline I have ever sported since I was twelve years old!!



So, speaking of all my crazy and obsessively addictive crossdressing --- since those wonderful first few days working at the Russo's, and discovering my new-found hobby of crossdressing and seriously feminizing myself, I have happily and enthusiastically been in dresses and heels each and every day. As I mentioned earlier, I have absorbed and obsessed over every YouTube make-up and make-over video, every "boy-to-girl full-body transformation", "HRT" (Hormone Replacement Therapy), and "M2F" video on YouTube. I got this "girl thing" down cold. I can transform myself in ten minutes into a smoking hot sexy teenage babe.



Along with that, I have built up a massive amount of a stash of make-up and hair and finger- and toe-nail products for every need. Eyelashes, mascara, lip gloss, and blush abound on my "girly-girl kit", and I use it all a few times every day. Thanks to YouTube tutorials I have become very skilled in make-up artistry, fashion tricks, and hair styling already. All of the money I have been paid working for Vicky and Mike has been spent on such things. I really enjoy the outcome of being pretty.



The only real outward physical change I have made most recently was to pluck my eyebrows into a fierce, beautiful feminine shape that I am rocking when I cross-dress. I have a nice arch to the shape of them, and they go from a nice feather inside to a fierce and stylish pointy end at the outside. As the girls say, my eyebrows are "on fleek!". So far no one has noticed them, or at least no one has said anything about them.



I have decided to not trim my hair at all, as I want to let to grow out and see how it works for me. I wish it was longer, much longer, and have been considering thinking about getting extensions one day just for the fun of it. My natural hair seems fuller, with more body, most likely from all the vitamins. It is also lightening a bit more because I now sunbathe and work outside for about 90 minutes a day, which is turning my blonde hair even lighter as well as my newly smooth skin turns a healthy golden brown.



The only other side effect from all this new diet and vitamins is that my finger and toe nails and my hair are growing much faster. So, over half-a-month of this habitual, much-needed, impossible-to-stop crossdressing effort, along with my workouts, coupled with my seriously intense study of hair and make-up, has all contributed to my obsessive efforts of enjoying and seeing myself as a sexy young woman. I enjoy playing with myself immensely when I am sensually dressed alone in Vicky Russo's closet. Unlike the first days, when I would cum without touching myself, I now prefer to use her dildo's and I can have orgasms that way.



Lucky for me, Vicky and Mike have been on night shifts and overtime all month, so that I have their house (and all of its sexy contents) to myself from 6PM until about 3AM each night. 



My Nonna goes to work each day at 8AM, before I even wake, and returns at 5PM. Lately she has been increasingly exhausted, and I worry for her. 



When she is gone, I dress very feminine in our house while she is at work and do all the house cleaning and dinner preparations most days, so she can rest. So, I have, except for a few hours, the complete privacy and freedom to cross-dress every day all day and all night for almost a month. I honestly think I have spent over 80% of my time dressed as a woman for the past weeks.



Anyway, that is my update so far since my first few days earlier this summer when I discovered my cross-dressing addiction. Today though, I have particular plans, and I need to get moving and get out of bed!



This morning, after slowly waking and feeling myself up and enjoying my sensuality and smoothness in bed, I head to the shower and indulge in what is now ritual for me. I soap up, and then take a razor and cream and smoothly shave my skin, removing any little stubble that might show up. It rarely does. I make sure I shave every spot clean and have a totally smooth pubic area. It makes wearing tiny panties and G-strings so much more pleasurable feeling this way. 



I shampoo my hair and rinse for a first pass, then shampoo again to really clean my hair. I rinse it deeply, and then apply a first conditioner, rinse, and then a second finishing conditioner. 



While the conditioner does its work, I use a deep facial cleanser, and then apply a moisturizer and let that sit on my skin as well. As all the product sits and soaks in I have a few minutes to run my hands over my wonderful smooth, firm body. I now love how thin my arms are, how flat and taut my tummy is, I even notice how elegantly slender my fingers are! I love looking down and seeing my thickening thighs and grabbing my ever-fuller ass cheeks, soaking wet, and seeing such recent growth that I actually have hips that are becoming substantial. This baby got back! 



I enjoy having a big booty. In fact, I notice lately as I try to finger my asshole in what is now a daily habitual morning and bedtime ritual, I really have to separate my firm chunky ass cheeks to get to my boy-pussy. I never had to do that before. 



If n outsider were to observe my changes, they would say that I have now become, with very little awareness on my own part, my very own sex-object. As it has slowly unfolded day-by-day without my conscious awareness, I am femininely transforming first in my brain. Instead of me seeking the sensual pleasures in some other woman's physicality, I now seek sexual pleasure in my own feminine sensuality and look. Simply put, I am the becoming the girl I lust for now. I am now my own feminine sex object.



So, after about three minutes of feeling myself up in the shower, with my hands running from my waiting and wanting ass to my now-perky nipples and back to my tinier-the-ever boy-clit, I rinse off everything and I am done. Emerging daintily from the shower, I wrap my just-below-shoulder-length blonde hair in a towel and put it all up in a towel-wrap bun, and then pat off my smooth feminine body. 



As always, my little clitty of a pee-pee just pokes forward about a half-inch below my flat, smooth tummy. It is now totally useless, and cute as a button. It never gets hard, and I notice that even being near and close to a half-naked Vicky, my little boy-clitty does not stir at all. 



As I bend over to towel off my smooth shapely legs, I note that my feet, with their pastel-pink painted toenails, show no signs of blisters or abrasion from my continually wearing fierce and aggressive high heels. I have noticed my calf muscles becoming tighter from wearing those heels for 10 or more hours each day, so I have added some runners' stretches after my morning showers to elongate the tendons and ligaments. As much as I love heels, I still want to be able to run distance in flat shoes.



In my head, I am running though my "to-do list" as I finish drying off from my shower. First, I need to go see Vicky as soon as I am done, so I can get my daily fix of vitamins and herbs administered. This calms me greatly. I love how they make me feel for the few hours after I get my morning hit. Then, after my fix of feel-good vitamins, I really wanted to take my most recent paycheck from all this workout Russo's and go shopping for some make-up and hair products, as well as possibly fulfilling a long held goal.



I have been thinking for a while, like for the past year, to get a tattoo or possibly a subtle piercing -- everyone in my generation had one or more of both of those things, and I want to be cool, too. There is a nearby tattoo parlor that also does piercings, so I planned to head there prior to going to the mall for my products. I have no plans after that. I will probably just watch videos or surf the internet while dressed pretty.



Dressing this morning in black, very tight stretch skinny-jeans, I now had slightly more trouble pulling them on as I did, with ever-increasing effort each day and week because my growing bubble-butt ass and thick thighs were really pushing the limits of what these pants could accommodate. Once over my ass the waist had a few extra inches to spare of space as my tiny waist was now one-to-two inches tinier than it had been. From the back I thought that I was really sexy as fuck, and getting sexier by the week.



I stare at myself in the mirror and think, "Wow, such a tiny waist with that gap seemingly is inviting some curious big masculine hand to reach in and grab my ass-cheeks." I admit, the thought didn't repel me, rather it intrigued me.



I next slipped on my Chucks and a baggy off-shoulder T-shirt with a graphic of Madonna -- hair, lips, and smolder working all at once. I threw on a few black leather bracelets, and my androgynous-feminine Goth-Emo boy-girl look was complete. I was of totally indeterminate gender to anyone looking at me. If you wanted to see a boy, you saw a total faggot boy. If you wanted to see a girl, you saw a pubescent teenage rebellious chick with attitude. I loved it. Adding a little make-up contributed to the intended confusion.



Wandering over to Vicky's, I was now so expected at the house that all I did was knock and enter when I knew she was there. I wandered in, saying softly "Good morning," and tip-toeing into the kitchen. If Mike was already asleep, I definitely did not want to wake him. I was uncomfortable around him, and it had just seemingly become worse. Real or imagined, I was more anxious around him, and he was getting more impatient with me, or so it seemed.



"Hey, baby," said Vicky, coming over and giving me my morning hug and kiss, "How did you sleep, Jackie?" I loved my daily hug and kiss. She smelled so pretty, and her hair was so soft. I loved checking out her make-up every morning. 



"I slept well, thank you,' I said.



"Mike really gave you a hard work out last night, and then you worked so late finishing up all the final trim in my closet," she said "I have no idea how you fit everything you do into a day, Jackie!"



"I was so tired even before I began painting. Mike seems to want to kill me," I said half-jokingly. Truth be told, Mike was a hard-ass most times. 



"He is just working you hard, so you see early progress with your goals, boo," she said.



"Oh my gosh!" I noticed, liltingly changing the subject without so much as a thought, "I totally love, love, love your nail color! Did you do that yesterday? I do not recall the color. It is so effing pretty!"



She held out her hands at the same time at my face level, proudly showing off her new manicure, saying "It's called 'Peach Cream', isn't it adorable?"



"It is, I like it. I also like the shape; that is a different shape than you had before, isn't it?" I said.

<hr pg="2" />She smiled then with a twinkle in her eye said, "Very observant, my dear. Yes, this is a pretty aggressive almond shaped nail, do you like it? Is it too long? I don't look like a ratchet chick, do I?"



"Oh no, I love it. It fits you well," and I meant it. "There is no way you could do 'ratchet', at all. You are much too classy, Vicky," I insisted.



She approached me closer, and looked at my face, observing "Your skin looks so clear and fresh. You noticed?"



I nodded "Yes."



"Your hair is healthier, so much healthier," she said as she ran her fingers through it. Then she gazed right into my eyes.



Well, actually, right above my eyes. She smiled, looked at me and again at my eyebrows, and smiled a huge smile, saying "Honey, your eyebrows are so absolutely on fleek! Wow. The shape is the bomb, oh my God!! I need you to do mine!"



I blushed, not knowing what to say, but then added coyly, "OK, I would be happy to do them for you."



She continued, "Look, this is our little secret. I told you already, the first day you were here, that you were beautiful. And you are; you are beautiful, very beautiful. Stunning, I bet. I would love to take you to MAC Cosmetics someday and get you a total hot-chick makeover!"



Again, I just blushed, I felt discovered and suddenly "found-out". I hoped she just thought I played with a little makeup and was unaware that I was a daily user of her entire wardrobe and collection of sex toys!! At this point I had worn just about everything she owned more than once. The conversation was about to get more unhinged, or it was going to stay here, on this subject of make-up.



"Did you know there are so many boys that are fashion and runway models, and making a good living at it, for women's fashion?" she asked. "It is not at all wrong of you to see your beauty and experiment with your look. Frankly I think it is healthy." 



Grabbing a blank sticky-note off the fridge, she wrote down three full names and, handing it to me, said "Google up these models when you next get on the internet. They are famous enough to be household names. Andrej is an Australian model that works for every large fashion house. She is beautiful and sensual, very alluring. Stav is the same, just as famous; Israeli and stunning and has a very hot boyfriend. Both are amazingly feminine and sexy. Geena, originally from the Philippines, is also equally famous. In fact, Andrej and Geena have given TEDTalks on their challenges and choices. You should look them up!" I was shocked how "in the know" and how relaxed she was discussing this with me. It was if we were talking about something so casual as a recipe for cake or choosing what movie to see this weekend.



Taking the sticky note, I said "Thank you, Vicky." feeling like I need a bit more explaining to do, I lamely offered "I guess I am just playing around with things; experimenting."



"Well, you are exactly at the right age to experiment, Jackie," she replied, "Life is one shot, and you have the opportunity to make your own choices or have them made for you by others. Just be you!"



As she was saying this, she was filling a glass with water, and handed me my vitamin pills, which I eagerly swallowed directly. I then turned my back to her and she lifted my Madonna t-shirt up exposing the small of my back and peeled off yesterday's transdermal patches. Applying the new ones, I knew I would soon get a nice relaxing rush of calmness and serenity as the vitamins entered my blood stream and did their work. 



"Oh my God! Wow, baby, you are really growing some serious booty back here; what a big, firm ass you have! Do you have any idea how many women would kill to have an ass like this?" she said as she patted my butt cheek. "Plus, your waist is so very tiny, I think, now it is way thinner than mine." She put her hands on my waist and pressed in, almost touch the ends of her fingers. "Yup, you are tinier than me, bitch! You, Jackie, are getting some pretty impressive and fuckable curves; honey, be careful or you will start having guys drive off the road as you walk by!"



I giggled and gestured with the back of my limp hand across my forehead like a swooning overly-dramatic actress, saying with a voice of faux offense, "Oh, stop it. I could care about boys!" It sounded so feminine and faggot-like the way I said it. but It just came out that way naturally. I hoped she believed me, but I was wondering lately, "Maybe I like guys checking me out?" I think I do. It is kind of cool, I must admit, to have guys mistake me for being a girl.



I was so relaxed around Vicky. I didn't seem to have any barriers, walls, or now, very many secrets. I wondered, "What else does she know about me; or suspect?"



Raising my sleeve next, she kept pinching to find a vein. Today was the day for another shot of the vitamin boosters. I loved this one the best, as I had a rush of relaxing and calming reaction to it.



"Boo, I am going to start doubling-up on this injection for you. It is safe. You are responding so well to it I think you can absorb significanlty more," she said calmly. I nodded enthusiastically. I loved how it made me feel, so twice as much would feel even better.



"My God, Jackie, your arms have become so tiny I can barely find a vein to inject you!" she said. "You are so slender and willowy," she whispered teasingly, "I may start feeling chubby around you, pretty one!"



"Don't be crazy!" I said, fake-slapping her arm. "You are the fairest of them all, " referencing my favorite Princess. It would be impossible to compete with such beauty as Vicky.



I looked at her. She was so feminine, so blonde, so curvy. Every man would find her alluring and sexy. She could be a Playboy bunny or a porn-star. She had amazing breasts that were full and lush. She had the roundest ass of any girl, any I had seen at the mall or in my school. 



As I looked and admired, I realized something fundamentally different from a few weeks ago; and quite fundamentally different in me. I wasn't looking at her like a sex object anymore, not at all; not in the least.



She was my friend, yes, but more like a girl's girlfriend. I think if she offered me sex right there I would not know what to do, even if my tiny little dick actually worked. 



I used to masturbate and fantasize about her daily for years, and yet here I was, close to her and very emotionally and physically intimate, and my little penis didn't even twitch. Not a bit of feeling or swelling or awareness of it. I was around the prettiest, sexiest woman ever, and I was not aroused. 



My "thingie", my little penis had now truly had become my "little itty-bitty clitty". I was just not hard. I was not aroused sexually, not at all. I realized, I did not want sex with her or, for that matter, and girl. My penis had shrunken from it's raging sub-three inches now down to less than two inches in size, and much thinner in girth. And I didn't;t care, at all.



I studied Vicky every day, but slowly, without warning, I realized my observations changed from sexual in nature to her fashion and sense of style, and what it takes to be a sexy girl. In this very short time Vicky had gone from being some I wanted to have sexually in fantasy and for real, to her being someone I wanted to be, to emulate, to learn skills from, and yes, to someday be equal to or even, possibly, to surpass.



I might have been more taken aback by these thoughts had the vitamins not begun to work their magic on me. I began to feel very relaxed, very mellow. The vitamin injection seemed to hit with a mood swing almost immediately. Coupled with the new transdermal patches, I could feel that emotional upwelling of contentment and peace. 



It sounds odd saying it that way, but that is how it felt. I had no feelings of being pushy or aggresive, no feeling of being competitive, none of my "guy emotions", none at all. I was super sensitive to peoples needs and I over-read their emotions often. At times I wanted to just cry for no reason or be hugged and held and snuggled. I actually began to sleep each night snuggled up to a fuzzy pink and tan teddy bear I purchased at Target!



I found my online behavior change as well. Instead of looking at my old sites I was instead looking at fashion, make-up, hair, shoes and nails. I created a Pinterest account with all of these subjects, subdivided further, and a Tumblr account, with tons of sissy and femboy links. None of this once interested me in the least, now it was my obsession. 



As we finished up talking in the kitchen, I reached out my arms, and Vicky gave me a big hug. It felt so, so good to be held by her. I now liked snuggles and hugs and stuff like that!! Her hair was so soft, but yet it smelled different. I reacted.



"Oh my Gosh, that is, umm, coconut and lemon? You smell absolutely delicious!! What hair product are you using?" I asked. "This is a new scent. I love how incredibly soft it is. "



"Let me get you some," she said, returning from her bathroom seconds later with a two-bottle pink-and-purple package of shampoo and conditioner called "Foxy Locks", and handed it to me. "Let the conditioner set for about ten minutes. You will love it."



"Thank you, Vicky. You are like the Mom, Sister, and best friend I never had all rolled up into one. I love you. Thank you so much for our little talk today," I said sincerely.



Smiling broadly, with a tear welling up, she said "Look up those girls on Google, the models names I gave you. I think you will find it helpful. They will inspire you!" 



"I will. Thank you, Mrs. Wonderful!" I sang out in a sing-song voice as I gracefully began to leave the house. 



Vicky watched me walk away, and teased, "Jackie, that ass though. It will be your downfall, boo! Either get some baggy-ass pants on or just put on a dress or short-shorts with heels now! Hide it or flaunt it, but I guarantee it will be an asset ---- no pun intended!"



Looking back over my shoulder, my blonde hair draped over my eye, I continued walking but simultaneously raised my thin arms in the hair while waving my hands, and accentuated my side-to-side booty-bounce of my hips and strolled off like a tease.



"You are trouble, Miss Thang!" she teased. "Have a fun day!"



I left feeling happy and sexy, as well as understood and validated that what I was experimenting with wasn't so weird or gay after all. Maybe this is, after all, just part of the growing-up process.



I felt awesome as I sashayed back to my car, hips moving and booty cheeks bouncing all the way.



Next stop, "Big Johnson's Tattoo Parlor" over on main Street.



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Driving my clunker car from my house, it was now a little past 10AM. Pulling into the parking lot at "Big Johnson's" was one thing but getting out of the car and going inside was another thing altogether. The place had a lot of stuff on offer. Tattoos, of course, but they had a sign for "Piercing Special, $50", as well as selling drug paraphernalia, hippie and biker posters and tie-died shirts and tapestries. Its clientele were not exactly towns finest nor wealthiest citizens, to say the least. 



At the front door were two big, burly leather-clad biker dudes, one with a long beard, the other with shaved head. Both wore wife-beater T-shirts, one had a black leather vest with a yellow and red logo and a cartooned Mexican-hat fellow w a cutlass and gun; above was "Bandidos" in red letters against yellow across the top, and "Worldwide" in the same color configuration underneath. They were huge, muscular, beefy men; mean-looking and scary as hell. I mean, their wrists were thicker than my thighs, and my thighs were thick!!



I was about to pull out when the leather-vest guy looked at me and motioned me into the place. I froze, and he smiled and started walking to the car on the passenger side. He had on really tight jeans and leather boots, and as he ambled over slowly it was impossible to not focus on his crotch and the unmistakably large bulge he was proudly displaying. It looked like a big, elongate eggplant had been stuffed into his faded jeans. Leaning into the open window with a perfect smile, he said "Little Missy, we don't bite. Come on in."



I smiled and, not knowing what else to do, began to get out of my beat-up Volkswagen Beetle. He came around to my side and held open the door. 



"Thank you," I said.



He held out his hand, "My name is Duke." 



His hand was huge, as was he. I felt like I was putting my hand into something way larger than a baseball mitt. His forearm was tattooed with a pretty girl showing huge tits and a shapely ass. I took his hand, shook it and softly said, "Hi, I'm Jackie," not making eye contact but instead playing with my hair and smiling. 



A thrill of excitement, along with an overwhelming sudden sense of shyness and passivity, went down my spine as I touched his hand, but I couldn't, at that moment, understand what prompted that response in me. I looked calmer than I was, because inside my head I was crying and wanting to go home. 



Duke was big and intimidating and powerful and, basically, just testosterone, muscles, and machismo in one big fucking package. Who, by the way, was actually packing a big fucking package!! His cock must be enormous, I thought, trying to purge the thought from my head as soon as it crossed my mind!



My head spun. The vitamins and their effect of making me emotional were welling up, but also, so was my more-surrendering nature kicking in. In his presence I felt, in a way, totally more feminine and way more submissive than I had ever experienced. I had never in my life been around such a large, masculine, overtly powerful and proudly macho man - ever! My response to him was new and confusing for me. If he wanted me to do something there was no way I would say no. He was scary and strong as fuck. I wanted to run but instead I just made sure I did as he asked - pleasing him, and being pleasing and demure around he and his friend, was most important to me at that moment.



I walked towards the door, and his friend opened it and extended his hand as well. He seemed even taller and more muscular than Duke, who was huge. I looked past his hand and to his crotch, and he also had a big bulge, but it was as if he had on boxers because his dick ran down his pant leg halfway to his knees.



Making no eye contact again, I reached for his big hand as he said, "I'm Pablo, Chica, but you can call me Papi." Quietly, I whispered, "Hello, Papi, nice to meet you, I am Jackie." I was breathless. He had piercing eyes, and I honestly thought I wanted for him to hold me and carry me around. I thought it might be interesting to kiss him, too, but regained my control. I walked inside playing with my hair.



Inside was a very pretty, middle-aged woman. She looked like one of the bikers' lady, I had no idea. She said "Good morning, baby. What can we do for you today?"



I said "I am not sure. I have been thinking about a tattoo for over a year, but I also have been thinking about getting a piercing."



She approached and said, "My name is Tia, you?"



"Jackie," I said.



"Well, Jackie, let's start at the beginning. Do you have any piercings or tattoos?" asked Tia.



"No, ma'am, none."



"Ears? Not even ears?" she queried.



I shook my head no.



"Hell, my two daughters had their ears pierced at age seven, "she said. "How old are you, Chica?"



"I just turned eighteen a few months ago," adding, "and I am ready to get some grown up things done to me."



Smiling wryly, she said "Huh, 'get grown up things done to you', really? You sure you are ready for that, Hermosa?"



I paused. "Yes, I am. What do you think?"



"Well, mi sirenita, let's get to the basics. No woman of eighteen has un-pierced ears. That is a must. While we are piercing, what else is there available to pierce on you? How about a belly-ring?" she asked. 



I nodded "Yes, " with no thought. Ears and belly-ring, how sexy.



Tia then said "Tongue? You want 'grown up things done' to you? Trust me, a piercing on your tongue, a post right there, men love it." With that she stuck out her tongue, with a silver post right there. "You will have a lot more 'grown up things done' to you, Chica, if you get one," she winked.



I nodded "Yes," thinking that if I didn't want to wear a tongue piercing no one would notice. But, I admit, the idea excited me.



"Ok, Jackie," Tia said, "then we have some work to do; you ready?" 



"How much?" I asked.



"I will do your ears for free because it is a necessity. My 'act of charity' today," she said smiling as she clutched her crucifix around her neck. "Everything else I can do for seventy bucks, but that depends on what jewelry you pick. Deal?"



"Deal," I responded, happy that it was not more.



So, I went over to the area where she had her piercing equipment was set up and sat down. Tia began to get in her groove, laying out the tools and alcohol and antiseptic. She brought over a tray, and I picked out cute little gold posts for my ears. Another tray and I chose a longer, dangly belly-ring and a solid tongue post, both in gold.



She smiled saying "Good choices." I was breathing deep now, trying to relax imaging what was coming next.



Tia began a pattern of chatter she probably used on everyone, but I liked it. She talked, and I nodded "yes" or "no."



"You are pretty, you know that?", and I shrugged.



"You are, Linda, you have a models face and body. You are so tiny though! Models can't be short, usually."



I smelled alcohol, and without a word, a gold stud was placed into my right ear. I barely felt it.



"That was easy, no pain, right? I do this every day, no one complains," she bragged.



Again, no warning, my left ear was done. Less than two minutes.



"You are easy, know why? You got meaty little earlobes," she teased, "I bet the boys like to suck and nibble on them, am I right, little one? You like that?"



I blushed and smiled, and then from across the room I heard a deep voice say, "There is a lot on her I would suck and nibble, hey Pablo?" It was Duke. 



Pablo laughed "Aye, amigo, She so fucking tiny but I could make a meal out of that sweet ass. That ass belongs on my face! You want to take a ride on my face, Jackie?" said Pablo.



"You two shut the fuck up!" said Tia. "Do not fuck with my customers. Especially this little girl. You are both such assholes." She was mad. Surprisingly, neither said anything else.



"Never you mind about them," she said, "they do not know what to do with a real woman's pussy. They all talk. Worst thing in the world is man with a big cock and no skill, am I right? Like a kitchen with great tools but no chef!"



One of them, I think it was Pablo, whispered loud enough to be heard, saying "Fuck you, Tia." She didn't skip a beat.



"Ok, let me see your tongue, Jackie," and she skillfully proceeded just as quickly to insert my post. It bled a bit and it felt weird. I wondered if that was the right choice, but what the heck, it was in so I will live with it for a while.



"You wear the right post on your tongue, you will own your man and his dick for as long as you want. Circling his swollen head with this and he will cum in your face like a bullet. But watch it, I hate when they get it in my hair. Assholes. It takes forever getting hair nice and then they cum on it!" she was saying as she was prepping the next steps. "I hate that, don't you?"



I nodded and said, "Yes, I can't stand it," as if it actually happened to me, too.



She continued, "Dicks. Guys can't control them or aim them or even find a pussy in the dark. But they taste good, huh?"



I wondered about the taste, thinking maybe someday I might know.



All of a sudden, right in front of me, Pablo walked over and unzipped his pants, pulling out a massive horse-sized dick and, referencing her prior comment, said "Hey, does this look like some fucking kitchen tool, bitch? It kept you happy for years," he said to Tia. She ignored him.

<hr pg="3" />Looking at me she said, "You OK baby, want me to kick him out?" 



I shook my head no. I stared at his huge Latino cock, his massive bushy pubic hair, and his body and demeanor. He made no apology as he teased and waved his dick in front of me, saying "Look, Tia, she wants it. You like it, Jackie? Want to play with the monster?" 



It was very fat and very long and it wasn't even hard yet. I had only seen a few others in gym-class showers, all smaller, but Pablo's was big. No, it was beyond big. It was ginormous! He stroked it slowly. I stared. I gulped. I licked my lips, was breathless, and found I was not repulsed. I wondered what it would feel like to hold it, or taste it, or suck it. I found myself beyond curious. I was lusting for it. He stepped closer.



To me he said, "You like your Papi's cock, Chica? You want it? I bet it would look good in your pretty mouth." He was five feet away, and Tia was ignoring him.



I did want it. My God, I realized I at least wanted to try it. Shit, but it was true.



"Jackie, baby," he continued, "you would look so fucking adorable with my cock in your mouth, don't you agree?"



I nodded "Yes." I just did. I didn't think, but "Yes" seemed like the right answer, the only answer. And I didn't just nod "yes", but I smiled and bit my lip staring at it. All of a sudden, Tia exploded.



"God damn you, Pablo! Get the FUCK out of my shop right now and take your useless dick with you!! Duke, you fucking go; get out. Both of you assholes-out! --- or I swear I will call the cops."



Saying nothing, Papi...I mean, Pablo... stuffed his enormous dick back into his jeans, throwing me a kiss, mouthing the words "Suck me, baby." He and Duke left through the door.



"Men are assholes, Jackie. Remember that," she fumed.



It was then that I realized, sitting there it Tia's parlor, that my own little tiny thingie had come to life inside my jeans, wrapped as it was in a tiny purple thong. I had stirred, finally. Not for Vicky, and not for Tia, who happened to be very attractive. I came to life for macho and aggressive Pablo and his amazingly large dick. I was short of breath, too. My heart was racing.



"Interesting," I mused, "I wonder...." But Tia interrupted my train of thought.



"OK, Jackie. Ears. Tongue. Belly-ring. What about your nipples?" she said.



I froze for a moment. I never thought of that. She was waiting for an answer, and I shyly whispered, "I have no boobs."



"Baby, flat girls are the sexiest in the world with nipple piercings, I swear. Trust me. No piercings, guys will just think you are a boy. Piercings? They will suck your little titties until they bruise purple, I promise you! Plus, that will help your boobs grow, all them boys sucking on your titties!" she said enthusiastically. "I will do it for another forty bucks."



I nodded "Yes," and picked out my little gold barbell posts. Lifting my shirt, she said "Baby, you are flat, but I promise you they will grow, you are just a late bloomer," she was so upbeat, continuing "Wait till you get pregnant. All of a sudden, your perfect girl breasts become like big udders on a cow. You spend your life wanting big boobs, then you get them and hate them! Trust me, Chica, enjoy your girl boobs and tease the fuck out of men with them."



"That seemed like good advice," I thought. I was still thinking of Papi's big dick, wondering....



I winced, and a needle threaded my nipple and the barbell went in. I bled a bit and she asked me to hold some gauze on it. I teared up. It hurt. 



"Once more, baby-girl, and we are done," and in went the needle followed by the other barbell insert into my nipple.



Crying a little as I sat, finished, she rubbed alcohol and then antiseptic and bandaged my breast area. She gave me a sheet entitled "Care Instructions" and carefully repeated next steps on care at home and for the next thirty days to avoid infection.



I paid cash, plus added twenty dollars more as a tip. After about ten minutes as she cleaned up and rang me up, I was ready to go.



"Come back, Jackie, and I want to get that tiny little lower back tattooed with a pretty flower or butterfly. It would top out your perfect little booty and your lovers will freak seeing it," she said.



"I will, Tia, thank you." I reached and squeezed her hand.



"I hope you got what you want, baby. I hope you get a whole lot of 'grown up things done' to you," she said devilishly.



I blushed and smiled and waved, saying, "You did more than I could have imagined, Tia. Thank you again. I love you!" and I skipped out the door. 



I exited the parlor into a noon-time sunshine, and there stood Duke and Papi. I looked down, and played with my hair, and proceeded to my VW.



They approached, I slowed, but then Duke opened my door, saying, "Lovely lady, it was a pleasure."



"Thank you," I smiled, and got in the car. I started it up, then Pablo came to the passenger side.



"Jackie, give me your number, baby?" he asked. I smiled but nodded demurely "no."



"OK, Chica. Another time, little Momma. Know this, though, I am gonna tap that ass and you're gonna want more, every time. Later, baby," and he walked back towards the parlor with Duke. I put on my sunglasses and began to back out of my parking spot, but I could not avoid looking at them. Big, muscular, macho guys. So confident, so cocky. They were attractive in their tight, faded jeans. I could not keep my eyes off their crotches, or arms and thighs and butts, and, "oh my God," I thought, "that cock! That cock, it was, well, huge. What a play-thing," I mused.



----------MID-SUMMER----------



Meeting Duke, Pablo, and Tia, and getting my piercings done was now five weeks past. Getting my piercings and seeing Pablo's enormous cock were pivotal events for me. As well, I loved the idea that all three of them just assumed I was a girl. They never thought otherwise. It stoked my confidence in my look and style. I dove ever-deeper into my ever-increasing feminine vortex of fashion, heels, make-up and men.



I went home from "Big Johnson's" on that day and immediately put on my black spike-heels and a cute black mini-dress, and proceeded to do make-up and such, and then fucked myself crazy for hours with my pink jelly-dildo. As I did, all I had in my head was Pablo's dick and his swaggering attitude. He and Duke were such turn-ons. For days and weeks after meeting them, all I did was imagine them having their way with me. That was my fantasy --- sucking Pablo's dick as Duke fucked me. I would cum explosively each time I had that fantasy.



There has not been a day all summer where this routine did not occur each and every day, multiple times. Dress, transform, fuck myself silly, squirt a little cummy out of my clitty, and dream of cocks and men. Duke. Pablo. Occasionally I thought of Mike, too.



Lather. 



Rinse. 



Repeat.



I had not thought of any woman sexually during that time. It didn't seem odd, it just seemed that I accepted that, for me at this point in my life, I really enjoy fantasizing about hunky men. I am slowly accepting that me competing as a man with tall, muscular and masculine men may not make much sense for tiny effeminate me. So, I am comfortable in my continuing explorations of my femininity.



I followed Tia's care directions and no infections of my piercings occurred. It took a few days, but I was soon back on my hard-core butt-building work-out routines with Mike.



Vicky has religiously continued my vitamin injections and oral pills every morning. A week ago she increased the dosages on all of them. I now need it, daily. I wonder if I am addicted. In fact, I feel weird when I do not get my vitamins. 



I have continued doing all manner of chores around the Russo's house as they worked their shifts. 



The results are that my booty is now really large, like, huge; my thighs are thick, yet my waist and torso are now even skinnier if that is possible --- my waist is never more than twenty-one inches, and at times tinier.



The best part? I now had noticeable budding breasts growing. No doubt about it. I started measuring them right after getting my piercings, and I have gained about two-plus inches over this time. The one-time possibility that I "might" grow breasts had now turned, for me, into a real desire. Beyond being a desire, it is now becoming a very real reality. The areolas around my enlarged, pierced nipples expanded to the point that I must now wear a sports bra to keep my boobies somewhat hidden. The rest of my torso is tight with zero body-fat, yet my little boobies were now little chubby budding and well rounding breasts!! Holding them in the shower they feel like a pair of chicken cutlets, it is really real, and I love it.



My body is becoming very feminine, and I think - no, I know, for a fact --- my brain is as well. In fact, another way to put it is my body has little to no resemblance to being anything associated with being a male; my face and hair and features are fully feminized, and I do not think at all like a guy. As I said, I do not even look at girls. I check out men now.



Nonna has noticed no changes, thankfully. God Bless her, but with her being old, busy, nearsighted, and unaware is perfect for me hiding my changes and activity.



Vicky was on a clean-out routine as the weeks progressed, and continually had me taking boxes and bags of clothes, heels, and other items to Goodwill. No fashions of hers ever made it there, instead winding up in my own closet, hidden so Nonna never would find it. I was becoming a shoe-whore and a fashionista in my own right, and I didn't seem to deeply question why I was doing it or where it would lead. It just felt right.



----------LATE SUMMER----------



As a crazy June turned into a wild July, and as we passed mid-August and are now approaching Labor Day weekend, I now have a sexy, sensual, and feminine wardrobe of some size to go with my feminine body and look. On top of about twenty pairs of sexy-as-fuck heels, I have about thirty dresses, a bunch of panties, about ten negligée's and countless make-up products and fashion jewelry, along with a few running and workout outfits.



Also, my now-highlighted hair is now below my shoulders and very healthy and vibrant, with no split ends. I have been sunbathing in my yard each day wearing a tiny bikini, so that I now have tan lines to match a tiny thong bottom, along with tiny triangles over my boobies. 



In addition, I have really become very skilled with make-up. I have been able to work well with foundation and contouring, and my lips and eyes are second to none. I am really able to knock out a brilliant "smoky-eye", and I have been able to get my lashes on in a matter of seconds with little glue, perfectly. That, my friends, takes skill, and I am developing some wild cosmetic skills.



My vitamin intake has continued, and on the injections have increased. I wear my transdermal patches every day and, frankly, sometimes I cheat and add a third or even fourth one on my upper inner thighs. They make me feel so good and mellow in a wonderful way that is hard to describe. They make me feel like me, somehow. 



I have stopped worrying if the vitamins are having a feminizing effect on me --- I am really hoping they do!



The only evidence I was, or might still be, a male is my very little failed, useless, adorable micro-penis that I now call my clitty. It has now shrunken to under an inch, if that. Even in my tiny string bikini, it is no bigger than a camel-toe, and my once very small ball-sack has been reduced to an infintestimally small bit of skin that is part of my body with no notice. In the tiniest lace thong, nothing breaks the smooth lines. Nothing is there at all. Useless and non-responsive, my clit only ejaculates from anal orgasms using a big dildo. Otherwise, it is just cutely barely there, unable to get hard, and totally and wonderfully unnoticed. I like that.



----------LABOR DAY WEEKEND----------



I can't believe September is here already. Where did my summer go?



Well, it has been entirely spent getting my daily vitamin shots from Vicky, then wearing sexy feminine fashions all day and night while I am alone, and I practice make-up and hairstyles, and then an almost 2-hour daily work-out with Mike on my butt and thigh exercises while Vicky restricts my diet for the rest of my tiny frame to remain skinny.



I starkly notice that I now have zero interest in women from a sexual standpoint. Since late June, instead of whacking off to porn of naked women or staring out my window and fapping to Vicky Russo in her yard, I have found a whole new genre of fantasy which fits my current curiosity, and I am obsessed.



I am now totally and irreversibly obsessed with men. Not all men, but specifically hunky manly men. Muscular, tall, handsome and confident men are what I can not get out of my head. All I think about is men, and how much I like the idea of being pretty and attractive and submissive to them. I want to please a man. I think of their bodies, their lips, their cocks. I want to be held and protected by a man. I want to make love to one. I want a boyfriend. 



No questions anymore. I need a masculine lover.



Each night before I sleep, after I dress in my lingerie for bed, I watch porn of huge men with huge dicks cumming huge loads. I wonder what they would taste like, smell like, and feel like. I want to kiss. To snuggle. To be held and desired. I wonder about what it would be like to be with a real man.



Today, though, starts as every day has started now for months. Different day, but same wake-up routine.



I stir early in my bed, wearing a red baby-doll negligee with matching thong - one of many little lingerie items I now own. My hands sensually explore my body, always going between my ass cheeks to finger my pussy-hole. I don't even bother touching my clit, it responds so little nowadays it is not worth it. I do not even think about it. Instead, I have a finger or three in my bottom and my other hand squeezing my breasts and nipples. It feels wonderful. I think of kissing a big sexy man and what I might do with him.



I reach for my dildo in my dresser drawer and lube it up, spreading the rest on my ass-pussy. Months ago, inserting such a big thing took forever from the pain. This morning "he" (I always refer to my dildo's as "he") slides right in ever so comfortably. I smile as he arrives all the way in. "Best feeling ever," I whisper.



Lying on my back, I just rock my bottom back and forth and feel the warm happiness rush through my bottom. After a minute or two I feel a little drip on my tummy from my clitty. I think about the porn star guys and squeeze my now-fuller breasts and nipples hard. Imagining them making love to me, I imagine the muscles, chests, arms, and cocks of my fantasy lovers. 



With little warning, my bottom spasms and puckers and I drip an oozy "cummy" on my flat tummy, usually into my belly-button piercing. I like calling what ejaculates from my orgasms my "girlie-juice", because it is. There is nothing about it that a real man would or could allow, as they have cocks that fit in their hand as they masturbate. I do not. Between my thumb and two tiny fingers mine gets lost. 



So, for me, in all my new-found femininity, I can orgasm my daily dose of "girly-juice" like this with ease each morning. I have become super-efficient at giving myself a hands-free anal orgasm. 



Lifting it with my hand off my tummy, I taste it and swallow it, and then rise to start my day. Not a bad wake-up routine, huh?



Nonna is gone to work at Walmart, again. She will get double-time today. I have off this morning but told the Russo's I'd come over in the afternoon to see if they need help. They are having some of Mike's fireman pals over, and Vicky thought I might like to meet them.



This morning I decide to go for a run. Taking a quick shower, I make a decision I have never had the courage to make. I decide, for the first time ever, to head out of the house in full female presentation.



I put on light make-up, and then pull my wavy feminine blonde hair back into a pony tail using a big, pink "scrunchy" with an even bigger fake pink-lace flower. For running I choose these adorable tiny black lycra micro-shorts with a matching black sports bra, both with matching pink piping around the seams. I put on my pink and black Nike trainers, look in the mirror, and say to myself with sincerity, "Fuck. You're hot, Girl!"



And, truth be told, I was. My body was beyond hot, it almost should be outlawed! My ass was big, firm, and seemingly defied gravity. My hips and thighs were equally curvaceous and toned. I was justifiably proud; mine was no big-ass fake implant hood-rat butt, no way, rather it was plump, round, and firm. I stood five feet nothing, weighed 115 pounds and all of that new weight, almost 20 pounds of it, was in my ass and thighs. I had the tiniest waist. My measurements were 32-inch chest with a 28-inch under-breast circumference, a 21-inch waist, and my hips were 35 inches. Bluntly, I was fucking hot as fuck; I had a body to die for, or one that guys would fight over to have. I even now had little round boobies with a hint of cleavage!!! This morning I guess I just want to test out that "hot-as-fuck" theory by taking a run as this tiny, feminine "little thang" and just see what happens.



I kept checking and double-checking my look. I kept questioning if I should go out into public looking like this. I went back and forth all morning, and finally said to myself, "Do it now, or do not do it at all, but if you don't go you will be late for Russo's picnic. What's it going to be, girl?"



Stretching out in the kitchen, at a little before noon I left from our backyard and started to run. I was thinking I might do 15 or so miles, down to the beach and back. I just began to breath and find my cadence, heading out of my neighborhood.



I loved distance running, I could escape into the cadence and get into that runners high. In my first 5 minutes I had four cars honk at me, one guy yelling out "Fuck me, baby" as he sped by. As I ran I noticed every car, and I mean every car, either slow down or continue by but the occupants were checking me out. I knew I would get attention, but this was going to take some getting used to. Every few minutes someone honked their horn or yelled something. Old men, young men, and boys all checked me out, no exceptions. I was loving this!



At one point, at a Stop sign intersection, a middle-age housewife said "How can your parents let you wear that out? You are almost naked! How old are you anyway? They should be ashamed of you, you little slutty tramp! Cover up!" 



I just kept running, thinking, "Jealous old bitch. Shut up."



I liked the idea that men of all ages were lusting for me, my body, my look. It felt powerful. Every guy wants a tiny big-ass babe, and that was me!



The whole way, as I ran to the beach I was acknowledged in some way - a horn, a yell, a glance, or someone stopping in their tracks and just gawking at me. I really enjoyed it. No one saw a boy, they saw me --- a cute blonde girl with a rockin' body.



To finish out what was a good run, I decided to sprint super hard to the main parking lot. Everyone was getting out of cars with towels, umbrellas, buckets, and kids. I was feeling the burn of the sprint in my thighs and glutes, and about collapsed as I came to the bench I was aiming for. People were watching as I ran; I imagined they were impressed by both my athletic ability and my look.



Arriving, finishing the run with a flair, I bent over breathing like mad, hands on knees, forehead dripping sweat. About a minute later, all of sudden, under my face, was a cold Dasani water bottle sweating in the day's humidity being held in a huge hand. I looked up, and the hand belonged to Pablo. He stood there, smiling.



"Hey, Jackie, you look good," he said.

<hr pg="4" />"Hi, Pablo," I smiled. "Thank you."



"Hey, you remember my name? How cool. But what did I ask you to call me, baby-girl?" he teased.



"Hola, Papi." I flirted. He grinned and growled, almost seeming to grow with pride that I remembered his name. I was now, without realizing it, starting to learn how to "manage" a man, realizing how just a little stroking could inflate their ego's plus put them into your hands to mold, like putty. 



"Baby, you want to go get a drink, maybe get something to eat?" he asked. He was being so sweet. "I want to get to know you and show you I have a better side than the one you remember."



"Oh, trust me. I remember!" I poked him in the ribs. "How can a girl forget that huge thing you are packing? I mean, really," and I looked at him coyly, putting a finger into my mouth and holding it there. Subliminally I am sure it sent a message. I mean, really, why did I put something in my mouth while discussing Papi's large cock with him? It had an effect.



"Oh, baby, you would enjoy getting to know "The Monster". Little one, spend some time with me," he pleaded, coming closer and standing right in front of me.



I was still catching my breath from the run, but him being so close sent electricity through my body. He was a very muscular man, with dark hair and eyes, a very tanned and tone body. He was wearing tight, faded jeans and rider's boots and a tight-fitting sleeveless t-shirt. His chiseled arms were long, his hands were big. His eyes were captivating. I wanted to kiss his lips - he would be my first ever, but I resisted. On top of all of that delicious man standing in front of me, wanting me, begging for me to spend time with him, was his incredible bulge. It was impossible to not notice.



Centered right where his worn zipper-flap bulged outwards, his cock-shaft was pressing against his jeans and angled to the right and went just under his pocket and, literally, proceeded almost halfway down his pant leg to his knees. I was imagining it must have been even harder than when he had played with it in my face all those weeks ago. 



Standing there, so close, the image presented seemed to have leapt off the cover of a romance fantasy-novel, or, for me, more like the porn that I had been watching lately - the hot stud causing the lustful, wanting woman to melt. He was so tall and so built; so very well built and hung. I was so tiny, so small, and so vulnerable; I wanted so much to try to do something, somehow. But I was scared of him too.



He smiled at me, and stroked my hair gently, and said "Baby, let's just try to start off proper, ok?"



I said, " I would love to someday, Papi, but not today. I just can't. I need to go help my neighbors with their Labor Day cook-out. I promised. They are my employers. I am late getting there; I probably should go now." 



I was beyond flustered, as I wanted to kiss him, but I also was scared as could be. I was not ready for my fantasies to become reality as it was considerably "complicated" explaining that I was not exactly "as advertised", I was not simply just a hot little girl. I wanted this, but I needed to plan it better, I thought.



"Baby," he said, "I will give you a ride to your neighbor's house but on one very simple condition. You agree that we go out at some point, together."



"I agree," I said, and immediately was thinking "Why did you just agree to that, why did....." but then my thoughts were interrupted.



Pablo took his hand from the side of my face where he was stroking my hair, then ran it to my cheek and lifted my face towards his. I loved the feel of his hand, and it smelled so masculine. He leaned over and kissed me. It began as a peck to my lips, but I responded without thinking and introduced just a little bit of tongue and he took the lead and kissed me passionately. I reached my tiny arms around his neck, and he lifted me onto his body with his hands planted firmly on each of my ass cheeks. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed passionately. 



Someone driving by in the parking lot yelled, "Get a room, dude!" and we both stopped, looked into each other's eyes, and began to laugh.



"It is a good idea, Jackie," he said softly.



I gave him my best baby-girl pouty-face look and said "Boo, I promise we will go out. Can you give me a ride to my neighbors? I am beyond late!" I was breathless, from the run and from the kiss. I loved the kiss. I loved how he grabbed my ass and how he hugged me. I loved the feel of his huge dick at my thigh as I wrapped my legs around his body. I was realizing what a true and wonderful playground a man's body could be.



He grabbed my hand and we walked to his Harley. He handed me a helmet and I had to let my hair out of the ponytail to put it on. Sliding my pink "scrunchy" on to my tiny wrist, I put it on, but then fumbled with the straps. He leaned over and helped attach it, and then kissed me again, so sweetly. I just responded and kissed back, wanting more. I loved how he tasted.



He sat in the saddle, his big body and powerful legs seeming to take control and meld into the machine and become one unit. He motioned me onto the back and I obliged. It roared to life; I jumped, startled at the sound.



Another car went by, and someone yelled "Aaaah!!! That ass, though!" and I realized we must make quite a pair to look at. The tall, handsome, muscularly chiseled biker and his tiny almost-naked little blonde babe with her hands around him. I loved it. I put my arms around his abs, laying my head on his back, and hugged him and held him tightly. He smelled wonderful. I closed my eyes, and off we drove.



Once on the road, I motioned were we should turn left or right. As I got more comfortable, I had one hand on him and one hand that kept gesturing. At one point, on a longer stretch of straight road, he moved my right hand down to his thigh onto his dick, and I could feel his powerful cock directly straining inside his jeans. I squeezed it, ran my hand up and down along it on his leg, and then hugged him. I thought, "What would it taste like? Will he be my first lover? Probably."



Turning into my neighborhood, I was still overwhelmed by this man and his dick and all my thoughts, and I unthinkingly and foolishly directed him to the front of the Russo's home. No question there was a party going on, as cars lined the street on both sides. It was then I realized I should not be at Russo's looking like this. But he had come to a stop and turned off his machine.



I hopped off, as did he, and I was now in a sudden rush. Taking off my helmet I said "Pablo, call me, ok? I have got to run."



He grabbed my little arm and pulled me back and leaned over and kissed me. "Oh my God," I thought, "I so fucking want this man. I want his dick. But what if anyone sees?" 



"Call me," I said almost in a whisper, and hurried off. 



He yelled to me, "Oh, trust me, I will call you, baby-girl, you have a date with destiny!"



I freaked. "Nice way to call attention to us, Pablo!", I muttered. 



How stupid of me to just direct him here, of all places? Really? I thought, "You idiot, you are at Russo's, looking like THIS?" 



And indeed, there I was, right in front of the Russo's house, and all these people milling in and out of the front and back yard? This was Mike's entire firehouse co-workers all here. I had to get home to change back in Jack, and quick.



As I walked I heard one guy say to another "Damn, dude. I need to move here if this is what the neighbors look like." He said it so I could hear. Glancing over, I smiled sweetly but kept my pace. The other guy said "I would tap that in a heartbeat. Fuck."



"Jackie?" a familiar voice said. "Jackie, is that you?" It was Vicky. She was standing at the back of her car, trunk wide open, with a bag of groceries. 



I said nothing, but I stopped. She was so flustered that she dropped the bag and all of its contents fell to the ground. She bent over to pick them up, and I bent down to help her.



As we were both on the ground, frantically picking things up, I said "I am so sorry, Vicky. I need to get to the house to change, I can't bee seen like this."



She said, "You look fucking gorgeous, baby, but you are right. Get going. Now. Before anyone sees you!" 



We both stood, and I was about to get moving with haste, but all of a sudden Mike and two of his friends showed up, Mike saying "Vick, babe, here let me get that....", and then he paused, frozen for a second, blinking, looking at me.



His two friends, though, had no reason to pause. In fact, they were rather eager to make a connection. One reached his hand out to me and said "Hi, I am Kyle." I took his hand and shook it, but then glanced over at a very confused Mike.



The other guy said "Hi, I am Bob. Call me Bobbie," and I shook his hand. 



I said, weakly, "Hi Bobbie. Hi Kyle. Nice to meet you both." I then looked at Mike.



The two guys, taking my que, also looked at Mike, and Kyle said "Well, Mike, who is this?' Mike stood there, dumbfounded.



Vicky said, "This is my niece, Jacqui. She just got back from a long run and needs to shower and change before she gets to join you boys at the party."



"Hey, Jackie, no problem, stay like that. There will be no complaints," said Bobby, lustfully checking out my mostly naked body but for a bit of lycra. Vicky smiled and made a motion to slap him, and he said, raised hands in a faux defense, "Ok, ok, ok. I was just joshing."



Vicky grabbed me by the arm, and turning to Mike and the guys said, "You boys bring this in, me and Jackie are going to get her changed." We walked directly into the front door of the house.



----------THE PICNIC----------



Inside the place was milling with men and women inside and out of the back deck. Music was playing. As we came in people turned and smiled at us nut Vicky made a bee-line into her bedroom and shut the door.



I sat on the edge of the bed and started to cry, "I am so sorry, Vicky. I had no intention of being here like this, I..." but I was cut off.



"I saw. That guy, the biker?" she said. "Nice kiss."



"He dropped me off from the beach. I wasn't thinking...."



"Duh! Clearly," she said.



"I am so sorry Vicky. Oh my God, Mike is going to kill me! I have ruined your picnic, your day. How do you explain all this? I am sorry, I have been so confused lately. Or maybe I am not confused, maybe I am figuring things out. I like being..." I started to babble through my tears and sobs.



"Look, baby," Vicky interrupted, "we can talk about all that later. Right now, we have to get you out of that adorable outfit and into something more appropriate for a backyard affair. By the way, that little workout number was one of my favorites."



"I have none of my clothes here, Vicky. I can't change into anything," I said.



"You have been introduced as my niece, Jacqui, and so you shall be," she said. "Let's get you dressed. You need to calm down or else you will look like shit."



At that point he door opened, and Mike walked in.



"Hey, what in the fucking fuck is..." he started.



Vicky turned, and stood between him and me, raised her index finger to his face with an inch to spare, and firmly said "Mike. Shut up. Be quiet, not a word from you. I am in control of this, you need to go out and host our guests. Now go." I never heard her voice so stern or in control.



Mike said "This is fucking insane! What the...."



Tiny, petite Vicky squared up to strong, masculine, and towering Mike, and calmly said "Michael, you be quiet. We can all discuss this later. Right now, we have guests, and we have a very scared and confused member of our family here." 



I was so touched, her calling me a "family member." I started sobbing a bit more.



She continued, "Jacqui here, needs to calm down, get dressed, and join the party. Deal with it, Mike. You are not helping her calm down. Now, take a deep breath, calm down, and get out there."



I took comfort of the descriptive pronoun "She." 



Mike stood there, looking at Vicky, and then looking at me. Vicky grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed, and I stood. Mike's eyes looked me up and down.



"Jacqui will be much better presented as what she is -- a young girl. Mike," she said. "If you'd rather, Jackie can go back to her house and put on her boy clothes, but considering the circumstances we three find ourselves in, I think that is very, very unwise."



Mike stood, looking at me, and looking confused. From his vantage point what he saw was his pretty blonde wife, standing next to a pretty blonde eighteen-year old pubescent teenage girl. Vicky was right.



"OK, I will take care of the guests. Vicky, work a miracle, and Jack, uh...Jacqui...seriously, do not fuck this up, OK?" he said.



"Mike, calm down, let us handle this," Vicky responded, clearly in control and, in spite of Mikes size and presence, quite clearly the dominant force right now. "We girls got this. Just go. You're making this more awkward than it is."



I said, quietly, "I won't mess it up, Mike. I promise."



Mike left the room, hardly acknowledging my presence, and not acknowledging my voice, my promise, or my feelings of disappointing he and Vicky.



Vicky came to me as I stood alone, sobbing, and she hugged me. She said nothing. She just held me, and I hugged her back, breaking down with tears and crying. "I'm so sorry, Vicky. I am ashamed," I said.



"Baby, shush. Do not cry. You have nothing to be ashamed about," she reassured, "finding who you are and embracing it is something you should be proud of. Never apologize for being who you are."



"But Mike looked..." I started.



"Mike looked like Mike looks when he gets challenged or surprised. Never you mind about Mike or what he thinks. What Mike thinks has no bearing on who you are, or what you do, or who you need to be," she replied.



"But you, aren't you mad at me?" I sniffled.



She looked me deeply in the eyes and put her hands on both sides of my stiffly, wet, red cheeks and said, with the sweetest of smiles, "Baby, if you really think I am mad at you then you do not know me at all, which hurts my feelings." 



Pausing for effect, she continued "Do you really think I am mad at you?"



I shook my head "No."



"Do you know that we love you, like you are family? You know that? You are family. You are. Do you know that I love you? And Mike, do you know that he cares for you, too?" she sweetly inquired.



I just stood there, blinking through my tears, sniffling.



"Do you think I am proud of you?" she asked, holding me by the shoulders.



I shook my head, and sobbing said "No."



"Well, on that you are very wrong, because the fact is I am proud of you," she pulled back, folding her arms and staring at me like I offended her. It had a very good effect. 



"Do you know how much courage it actually takes for a person to live the life they know they were meant to live? Do you have any idea how many people 'fake a life' rather than 'make a life'?" she asked. "You, my dear baby, have no idea how much courage you have. To be blunt: it takes balls to have the courage you have. Most men, most people, will never ever be able to show the fortitude you have shown by being brave enough to follow your heart. That, my love, is courage. You have it. Most don't."



I stood there, in what were once her pink running shoes, cute workout clothes, and even her pink scrunchie around my tiny little wrist, as I was listening and hearing her say such profound things to me. It resonated. It hit me to my core and made me proud, maybe for the first time ever in my entire life, of me being me.



I smiled. She smiled and not missing a beat said "Nice belly-piercing, Miss Thang! Very cute, very sexy. Where did you get it done?"



"Big Johnson's," I said.



"Oh my God! You didn't get infected or hepatitis or have a fever, did you?" she teased feigning horror. "From now on, if you need anything like that done --- anything --- ask me. I want you to live, baby, I want you to live!"



I actually giggled, and she laughed. "Come on, diva, we got work to do to hide that puffy red face and tears and sniffles," she said.



I smiled again, and I went to her and hugged her. I gave her my biggest squeeze I could and said "Thank you. You have no idea how much your opinion means to me. I love you."



"I love you too, baby," and she patted my bottom saying, "but now we got to get you dressed for you first party as..."



I stopped, concerned, "What, did I do or say something wrong?"



Vicky continued, "...as Jacqueline? I am wondering, shall we refer to you as Jacqueline or Jacqui? Not Jack, of course." 



"Both work very well for me, yes, and definitely not Jack", I said. "What do you think?" 



"Well, Jacqueline, my darling, dearest, cutest and hot little young niece. We must get you looking totally 'adorbz' for your first Labor-Day cook-out with the Russo's. Remember, the house is full of hot, young fireman. Can you handle this, baby-niece?" her eyes twinkled, smiling as she teased me. "They are a pretty aggressive bunch, these fireman boys. Almost all of the past few years' fund-raising calendar pin-up hunks are here, but half are married so hands off of them!! Stick close to me, I will be your guardian Angel."



I giggled again but confided "I am nervous. Like, super-nervous."



"Well, the best way to handle that is to be on your 'front-foot', always," said Vicky. 



"Huh? How do I...?" I said confused.



"That means disarm every man before they know it. And that means that you need to look so cute and hot that they can't keep their thoughts together. We," she said, "will make you look like the most adorable thing they have ever laid eyes on."



She reached out, grabbed my tiny little arm, and marched me to her vanity again and sat me down.



"We are going to finish what we started, young Jacqueline," said a very determined Vicky. "You are now my project!" 



She blew out and styled my hair. She asked me for color preferences and did this marvelous "smoky eye", better than I could ever do it. She led me to her jewelry drawer and asked which earrings and such, and I put them on.



Vicky smiled approvingly.



She then led me to her closet. She looked at me, then said, "How about a cute but flowy, flowery mini-dress?"



I smiled and nodded "Yes."



She continued "And, I am not sure how good you are with heels but..."



I blushed. She noticed and smiled.



"Well, heels are not the thing a sweet young girl wears to an afternoon cook out unless she is looking to get laid," she said, smiling knowingly that I was probably pretty good walking in all of her heels.



I flustered. She noticed, again.



"Jacqui! No, no heels. Shit, are you really going to be a problem child, my dear?" she teased.



"OK, no heels, Mom, geez, you are so boring!" I teased back. She laughed.



"How about these cute gladiator sandals? They are sexy and, trust me, the only thing guys like more than a woman in heels is an adorable, tiny young teenage girl in cute, sexy flats," she said.



"I think they'll work well," I said. I put them on and we stood together at her mirror.



So, standing by Vicky's side, I saw myself in the mirror, my long blonde highlighted hair, blown-out fully and flowing full and sexy just below my bare shoulders, framing my flawlessly made up face with a killer 'smoky-eye', nude lipstick, and perfect warm cheeks that glowed.



The off-shoulder dress flowed down my body, and was actually very short, grabbing and holding my curves in sensual way. I wore no bra, my round small boobies allowing my perky nipples to poke through the thin fabric. My nipple piercings showed as well, which was seriously sexy.



Looking in the mirror I seemed like a model from the pages of Vogue, or perhaps more appropriately, Teen or Seventeen magazines. I said so.



Vicky spoke, "Baby, you look perfect. You really could be a model, except for one big problem."

<hr pg="5" />I looked at her, feigning shock and anguish, drawing my hand to my chest in wonder, and said "What is my big problem? I can't be a model?"



"Baby, to be blunt, models have no ass. You? You have a curvy ass. Maybe we can get you in a hip-hop video twerking, but I think a runway may not be able to take that booty shaking in heels on the catwalk," she said. I smiled. "That's just my opinion, Jacqueline," and she hugged me, knowing she just gave me the best compliment ever.



For me, I was not used to having attention from anyone - ever. Being a tiny, thin boy through school never attracted the attention of girls. As for boys, I was the target of ridicule and bullying. That always seems the case. Boys can be mean and pushy and cruel. I never understood why they felt it was necessary to prove themselves on the smallest kid in the school.



I was apprehensive as I stood looking in the mirror, knowing I was about to go out into a crowded summer-time picnic with lots of outgoing people - couples and singles. I was worried people would see right through me or worse, recognize me - not that I was popular in any way. No one in town ever noticed me.



Vicky provided the words of encouragement I needed, "Baby, you look adorable. Just be confident, and do not shy away or overdo the 'girl thing', just be you."



"I am scared, Vicky. I am scared someone will yell 'Hey, that's a boy!' or something. I am really scared that Mike is so pissed off at me", and I started to sob, "and that I will ruin everything."



"Nonsense, Jacqui," said Vicky softly, brushing my hair back. "Look at you, will you? You are totally adorable, tiny and sexy, very feminine. Maybe you do not want to hear that, baby girl, but you are. Personally, I think you should completely embrace your look, your femininity, and the moment. Go out there in the room and slay those men."



I shuffled and fiddled with my dress, then played with my hair. I looked at myself again. Vicky was right. I was cute. Actually, I was pretty fucking hot. I would definitely fuck me if I could, and if I was as interested in girls now as I once was. She was right.



"OK, I will do this but only if you stay right by me and coach me through it all. Deal?" and I daintily put out my little pink-nailed hand and offered the most effeminate handshake. Vicky took it and then hugged me.



"You will be the girl every guy wants to meet, I promise," she said.



___(.)(.)___



With that we left the bedroom and entered the living room which was crowded with happy, stylish, and loud people. I felt all eyes fell on me in a way that never occurred before - no one has ever taken any notice me ever.



First, I noticed that the women in the room looked my way, some approvingly, some with a clearly fake smile. I noticed one woman grab her man by the arm and pull him closer to her. I wondered why.



Secondly, the men looked at my eyes only briefly. They scanned my hips, boobies, ass, and legs all at once. Some did it fast, some took their time, all smiled at me nicely until I acknowledged them.



Vicky took control and shouted to the room, "Hey everyone, this is my niece Jacqueline. You can call her Jacqui. She is kind of shy, and guys, keep your hands off her!'" she said devilishly. The room responded with shouts of "Hi Jacqui," and "Not possible!" and one cat-call whistle, all smiling and joking and happy. I blushed. Importantly I noticed no one gave a look of suspicion about my true nature. 



A stylish and extremely attractive woman approached, "Hi Jacqui, I am Marilyn. I work with Vicky, who is like my sister, and I am married to Caleb over there," pointing to a tall very muscular blonde guy holding a beer talking loudly to three other guys of similar build and attractiveness. "He works with Mike at the fire station, so we are one big family. Welcome."



"Hi, Marilyn, thank you," I said sweetly, glancing over at her husband.



Caleb raised his beer and mouthed "Hi,", while his three buddies looked my way, nicely smiling but with eyes that really check me out. It feels new but nice.



The room is filled with very attractive people, which makes sense as the Russo's themselves are such a handsome couple and like attracts like, so they say. It occurs to me that as I adjust to being in the room, I am interested in what styles and fashion sense the women have, but it is the men that I am seeking approval from and seeking to make eye contact with. They are all very obliging. I wonder, "Why am I so interested in the men?" I used to like women, but now I am aware that I have zero interest in them other than seeing them as competition.



"Go for it," whispers Vicky, as if reading my mind.



Grabbing me by the arm, we three approach Caleb and his friends. As we do, the room turns, and eyes follow us. Marilyn begins, "Baby, this is Jacqui," as Caleb reaches for my hand. 



I smile, brushing back my pretty hair, and just that alone makes all four men turn and respond in some way.



Marilyn continues, "This is Joe," he smiles and nods, "and this is Elliot, but we call him 'L'."



Joe grabs my thin arm with his huge hand and teasingly says "Watch out for 'L', he seems harmless but he is a pushover for tiny hot blonde girls." I look into Elliot's eyes and he is clearly smitten. He is a total hottie, wearing a white tank top that shows his expansive chest and washboard abs, and close-fitting shorts which do nothing to conceal his large --- and I think, growing-package. He has very broad shoulders, long arms, and big hands. His eyes are so blue they are almost turquoise, and his hair is almost the same color as mine - dirty blonde with sunny highlights. He is probably 6'3" or taller, I only come up to his mid-chest in height.



"Well, hello, beautiful," he says smiling while extending his hand slowly. His arms flex muscle as he reaches out for my little hand. I glance at Vicky, who winks and eye of encouragement to me. 



"Well, hello there Elliot," I say, moving flirtingly closer to him and smiling a huge smile as I flash my eyes, tilt my head to the side, and put a finger to my lips and into the corner of my mouth. Vicky smiles approvingly. "So, let me guess. You must be a fire man, am I right?" I say jokingly as if I am a mind-reader.



"Yes, young lady, I am indeed a fire man. I rescue cats, cute grandmothers, and pretty little ladies in distress," he mockingly boasted. "I climb tall ladders, lift huge loads with ease, tackle the toughest challenges, and tame the flames of the hottest fires."



"Oh my God, 'L', you tease," said Vicky laughingly, "Right now you are fanning the flames of romance; stop it, she is much too young for you so back down, Tiger."



"Watch out for him, Jacqui, he is a heartbreaker," said Marilyn, while I noted Caleb's facial expression change up just a little. I wondered why but parked the thought for now.



The third guy extended his hand, interrupting the banter, saying "Hi, Jacqui, I am Leon." I looked at him and somehow thought I recognized him. I ran his name over and over in my head. 



"Hi Leon, nice to meet you," I smiled and amped up the flirtation effort at the same time.



"Leon is the newest addition to the fire house, Jacqui," said Vicky, trying to fill in my puzzled look, "he was the star athlete at our local high school four years ago, and went on to play for the 'Crimson Tide' at the University of Alabama, but decided to return home this year."



He was a gorgeous light-skinned black man with a piercing gaze and brilliant smile. He was the tallest of the four men, and astoundingly lean yet built and muscular. He had on a tight fitting athletic shirt and shorts that just accentuated his body and muscle bulges of one sort or another. I kept thinking I knew him, and then it hit me. Leon Smith.



Oh my God! Leon was one of the biggest guys in grammar school. I think he was over six feet tall by sixth grade. He was always nice to me, even though we were so different in so many ways. So many guys teased me and started to fight me, but Leon always stood up for me. He just wouldn't let anyone pick on me while he was in grammar school. He went to High School when I was still in 5th grade, so he graduated and went on to Alabama as I entered my freshman year there. I remember reading about him getting his athletic scholarship. He was a town celebrity.



"Well, truth be told, I returned home after an injury in my Senior year at 'Bama tearing up my left leg. I was destined for the NFL, but God had other plans for me, so I came back home to be with my family and sort out next steps," he said.



I was drawn deeper into his eyes, saying "I am truly sorry for you, Leon. That must be really difficult to deal with," and I put my hands onto his arm unthinkingly, truly feeling empathy for his predicament, "but I am glad to see you...", and I stopped myself. I had almost said "I am glad to see you again,", but I paused, and recovered saying, "I am glad to see you made a choice to return home and be here for all the people in your town, helping as you will in the Fire Department."



Everyone engaged in light banter about Leon's career, and the Crimson Tide's chances for the coming year. I followed none of it, as I had no interest in football at all.



As the conversations continued, I surveyed the scene. Four hot men all focused on me. Marilyn smiling like the trophy wife she most certainly was to Caleb, yet probably secretly wishing she could fuck Elliot, if it had not already happened sometime in the past. Elliot and Joe were posing and showing their bodies, and now this --- seeing Leon after all these years. No one suspected a thing. I was pulling this off. I looked at Vicky, and she smiled. Leon excused himself, saying, "Can I get anyone a drink? Jacqui? What can I get you?"



Vicky said "She will take a Strawberry Daiquiri, Leon. Not too strong."



No one else needed a refill, so Leon went off to the impromptu bar at the kitchen counter.



I noticed something else as I stood there. It didn't happen seeing or talking to the women, but once I engaged and was flirting with the men, I felt a tingling in my little pee-pee and got a little dizzy. It hit me as I stood there - my panties were wet. In fact, they seemed close to being soaked.



I went to Vicky and whispered this info into her ear, and she turned to me, smiled and grabbed my hand and said to the others "We will be back in a minute," and with that we shot off into the master bedroom again.



"I'm so sorry, I do not know what is up, but maybe I peed myself a little?" I said.



"Nonsense. Remove your panties," she said. She threw an adorable sexy pink and purple lace thong at me saying, "Put these on."



She grabbed the panties I just took off and, feeling the smooth clear viscous liquid between her fingers, said "Babygirl, you're just getting moist with all the attention. I think you orgasmed without realizing it." Smiling and patting me on my ass, she said, "Let's go, girlfriend," and with that we re-entered the living room.



As we returned, Leon was the first person we ran into, extending his hand with my drink, "Here you go, Jacqui."



I took the drink, nodding and smiling, and took a huge gulp. I never had one before, and clearly Leon had made this quite strong. 



"Oh my," I said, "this has a punch! But it is delicious."



"I'm glad you like it," he said. "So, where are you from, what's your story? Why are you here at you Aunt's? Tell me about you."



I didn't know what to say, so gathering my newfound skills of flirting and controlling men, I said in the most flirtingly coy way "Boo, I am, at the moment, so very unimportant. I have never ever met a star athlete destined for the NFL. Please, tell me about you and then I will tell you about me."



Leon and I sat in the garden next to each other, me listening intently as he recounted his years as a football player. He talked for about 30 minutes as I consumed my second strong drink, and I so wanted to discuss his early years as that is where I knew him, but then Elliot came by again and interrupted with a third Daiquiri in hand for me.



"Dude, you are hogging this pretty little thing. It is unfair," he said to Leon.



Unfazed, Leon said, "Pull up a chair, Bro'. I am sure Jacqui won't mind the two of us grilling her. I tried to pry out some info about her, but she deflected me." He smiled at me. I just looked at his lips and wondered what it might be like to kiss him.



"Jacqui? Age. Place of birth. Occupation." Said Elliot, seriously mimicking an interrogation officer. 



"Am I under arrest, Officer?" I quipped. "If so, what are the charges?" I took another gulp of my drink.



"You are charged with public disturbance," he said with authority, glancing at Leon. "You are distractingly beautiful, alluring as hell in that dress, and are clearly and intentionally interrupting fire official's ability to think clearly. This has implications, young lady."



I crossed my smooth tanned legs slowly, making sure my thighs were well exposed in my already indecently-short mini dress. My bottom was curving towards both men as I moved my hip out, and both, at the same time, checked out me curvy ass and tiny waist as I repositioned to reply. 



"Implications? Intentionally? Really, there are implications for just being adorable at a garden party?" I said, feigning confusion. "I am not intentionally trying to distract either of you two fucking hot and handsome studs. Oops, I mean gentlemen, " I said, pretending to correct statement, as if I hadn't planned to let that comment slip. 



I so enjoyed flirting with such sexy guys. I felt my panties getting moist, again. I also noticed my pussy was pulsating a bit, as if the muscles were contracting like they did around my morning dildo-fuck. My body wanted a cock in me.



"Implications and consequences, Ma'am," said Leon, playing along with Elliot's game.



"Like what? You gonna arrest me? Do fireman carry cuffs? If so, can you handcuff me?" I teased. Enjoying this, I let my hair flow over my shoulder as I pulled off a cute hair-flip and eye-pop. They both fidgeted.



"Ma'am," said Elliot, "we only arrive on the scene with long hoses, but they manage to always get the job done."



We laughed together. "Oh my God, perfect! So how long is your hose?", I snorted through my laugh. I started giggling and then took another sip of my delicious drink. I felt my bottom begin to rhythmically pulse a bit more, and I felt some girlie-juice flow into my thong.



I looked down at Leon's crotch, and said, "Hey, if you are really a football player, why do you have a baseball bat in your pocket?" I wanted to reach for it. 



I looked at Elliot and said, "Why do all fireman have huge fucking cocks?"



I was trying to decide which guy t kiss when the mood suddenly changed. Both guys were silent, and then looked up over my shoulder. I turned to see Mike standing behind me, looking at me and these guys disapprovingly. 



To me, I was unaware of his attitude. I just thought Mike looked amazingly sexy and attractive. He was tall, firm, muscular, and mature. He was, even in this room of alpha-males, quite clearly the dominant alpha-male. He stood out with his confidence. I thought, "Maybe I should kiss Mike." But he belonged to my best friend Vicky.



I said, "Mike, my God, Vicky is so lucky to have a man like you. You are so fucking hot. Isn't he hot?" Mike ignored me.



The guys were attentive as he spoke, looking at them flirting and me teasing, Mike said "C'mon, guys, grow up. How much has she had?"



Leon said, "Three Daiquiris, sir."



Mike looked over and motioned at Vicky, who came to him as he whispered to her.



Vicky inserted herself sweetly and said, smilingly, "OK, boys, time for her to get a break. Come on, Jacqui."



"I am OK, Vicky, we were just talking," I slurred. "I am having fun. These two guys are so hot, fuck."



"Excuse us," she said, and off we walked into the house, past the smilingly guests, and to the master bedroom. I loved all the men staring at my body as we went by --- not at Vicky, but at me.



___(.)(.)___



I felt so woozy, my head was barely staying upright. Everything in the room was spinning. The alcohol was really affecting me; the room seemed to rotate before my eyes. Vicky stood patiently, watching me walk right into her closet and pulling out a pair of summer-white, red-soled high-heeled Louboutin pointy-toed pumps, slipping them on, and then strutting like I was on a catwalk.



"If those guys could see me strut my stuff now, they'd...", and then I fell over onto the bedroom rug. Vicky came to my rescue, sweetly helping me to the bed.



She said, "Now baby, slow down. This has been a pretty crazy day for you. Jogging and meeting whoever that stud motorcycle guy was, and then..."



"Pablo," I slurred. "He likes to be called Papi. He is a really good kisser."



"Well, starting with hunky Pablo," she continued, " and then coming here and becoming such a pretty bell-of-the-ball, meeting all these new people, it must have created..."



"His cock is HUGE, Vicky. I saw it when I got my piercings. It is like this big," and I motioned its size.



"Jacqui, darling, no man has a two-foot long cock," she laughed.



"He does," I slurred. "It is an anaconda. " I then started signing the lyrics to the Nicki Minaj song of the same name: 



" My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't,



My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun..."



"I got buns, hun, " I said. Vicky laughed. 



I paused, and then I wondered aloud, "What's it like, Vicky?" 



Vicky had me laying on the bed, removed the heels, and was helping me out of my mini dress. "What is 'what' like, baby?"



"Being fucked. By a big dick. What is being fucked by a man like?"



She smiled and said, "It is wonderful. It is so amazing to submit to a powerful man and yet you control everything about him. Men want good sex so badly they become like clay in your hands. You can mold them. Truth is, you are in control the whole time that they think they are in control."



"That must be fucking awesome," I said. "Hey, is the room spinning or am I drunk?"



"You're drunk, knucklehead, and clearly obsessed with big dicks right now" she quipped.



I was naked except for my panties, lying on my back, with Vicky sitting next to me on the bed, when Mike walked in.



Hearing the last part of his wife comment about e being "obsessed with big dicks", he ignored it and asked, "How is he? She? How is she?" 



"She is just drunk, babe. She needs to sleep."



He looked at me and my tiny, naked, curvy body for a long while, and then at Vicky, shaking his head in disbelief, saying "Crazy day. You did well, honey. Thanks. I will go take care of our guests. You take care of..." and he paused, puzzled about what pronoun to use.



"I've got her, Mike. Love you, babe," and with that Mike left the room.



"Oh my God, Vicky, he is so fucking hot. How do you find a guy like that? How big is his cock? Wha does it taste like?" I asked.



"I think you met a few today, baby," she winked, adding, "but you must be a bit more patient with the seduction game, hot stuff. The rest of what you asked, well, it is none of your business," she joked. "That is my toy. You go find one yourself."



"Ugh. Mike hates me. I overdid it today, I guess?"



"You guess? Baby, you do not make cock references to a man ever, until he is in bed with you under him, understood?" she instructed.



"Yes, Mom. Only when I am naked under my man. Got it," I joked.



Peeling off my panties, she observed, "Jacqueline, you keep soaking panties faster than a baby goes through diapers! Get a grip on your thoughts, you little slut!" As I lay naked with Vicky looking so pretty, not one part of me was aroused, and I was not the least bit concerned.



All I remember was she was smiling hugely saying that I was a "slut'. I last recall her saying, "Oh my, I have a clit bigger than yours!". Holding my tiny clitty between her two fingers, she noted no response. It was smaller than her tiny thumb. 

<hr pg="6" />I think her last words to me that day were, "It is time to find you a real cock to play with." 



As I last recall, I think I replied, "Please, yes, I want a boyfriend," and then I must have passed out.



----------MID-SEPTEMBER---------- Girls' Day Out



Almost two weeks since the picnic and my adorably cute, hot, and lustful bout of drunkenness, Vicky had a day off from work and suggested we two go out to get a few chores done together. Since the picnic and my antics, the relationship in the house was a bit tense, with Mike not offering to work out with me as frequently or with the same intensity. I had disappointed and, most probably, confused him. He was present but distant. I continued to work out on my routines alone, and I missed the coaching but really feared his judgment. 



Arriving at the Russo's house, I was surprised by a totally hotly-dressed Vicky, who said "Baby, today is about you! You have done so very much for me and Mike, I wanted to find a way to repay you for your loyalty and devotion to us in a way that is not hourly wages."



She was in skin-tight faded jeans with a low cut top, and was wearing very high-heeled black kid-leather Louboutin ankle-boots. I would have found her totally alluring if I was into women, but I realized that was a thing of the past.



"That is so sweet. I am excited. What are we doing?" I asked.



Getting right to the point she said, "Extensions. Long, luxurious hair extensions for you. Then MAC Cosmetics; total makeover! So, today is your lucky day."



I squealed with joy, clapping my hands excitedly.



She continued, "Now, Miss Thang, you go in my closet and get dressed cute and hot as fuck, baby. We have got some shopping to do and some looks to slay, and a town full of men to tease. Just get as sexy as you want to be; have at it!"



"Yayeeee!" I screamed and hugged her, and immediately ran into her closet.



She yelled behind me as I went "You have 45 minutes max to get ready."



Because she chose jeans, I went with a hot little form-fitting pumpkin-orange micro-mini dress that was a half-sleeve off-shoulder number, with a slight plunge in the front, but had a severely plunging v-back that went almost to the top of my panty line. I added big dangling gold earrings with a matching necklace and bangles bracelets. 



In her shoe closet, I chose the pair of Loubie's I adored --- the perfectly sexy open-toed Lady Peeps with the new, slender "fetish heel" profile --- in tan snakeskin. I loved how the red sole just accentuated the look. Checking myself in the mirror, I did my now well-below shoulder length hair blown out, added a few touches of makeup, and last but not least, grabbed a perfectly matching Chanel bag.



Lastly, I added two additional transdermal patches inside my upper-most inner-thigh. By now I had noted that whatever those vitamins had in them, I felt super-feminine when they were administered. The patches kept the vibe flowing all day.



Emerging into the living room, I opened my arms wide, spun around and said, "I am ready. How do I look?"



Vicky seemed speechless. She just looked at me glowingly, but was at a rare, if ever, loss for words.



"Too hot? Too trashy? Do I look like a slut?" I said, genuinely worried.



"Jacqueline, you are simply beautiful," she said as she began to cry. "My God, you are so pretty and sensual. I am so happy for you." I began to cry too, and we hugged.



"I'm so happy, thank you for everything," I sobbed.



In ten minutes we cleaned up our tears and fixed our makeup, and then drove off to her hair salon, arriving as they opened at 10AM for my appointment. I had no idea how involved hair extensions were, and how long it took. Not that I would - when I was a straight boy, I never ever thought about the effort pretty girls go through to be pretty. It is a ton of work at times. 



So, sitting in the chair, Lara, Vicky's hairdresser, asked me a bunch of questions. How do I want to wear my hair, up or down? What do I do daily, and how much time do I want to devote to maintaining my hair? She asked about color, shading, and if I wanted highlights or an ombre effect or both. She was thorough, and I needed clarification on some things. She gave me a look-book to page through until I found the style and color I wanted.



Next, she shampooed and conditioned my own hair, telling me how soft and pretty it was. She was so sweet.



The salon was so busy, and the talk and chatter was fun to be a part of and to listen to. The music was cool, and it was nice to sit in a chic upscale place. I sat in the chair, legs crossed most of the time, and I had a few compliments on my skin and complexion which made me feel really good about myself, and virtually everybody loved those sexy Loubie's on my feet! I refused to take them off, even though it was suggested a few times.



Six hours after we began I had a very full head of 28" Malaysian hair, dyed in a medium to light blonde ombre, woven seamlessly into my natural 14" long locks. She styled in an open wave for fullness, and as I looked for the first time in the mirror, I was blown away.



Lara and Vicky were smiling as I took my first look. Impulsively I gasped and raised my pretty pink fingers and hands to my open mouth. "Oh my..." and I fell silent for words as I choked up. Vicky moved to my side and put her arms around my slender shoulders.



"Oh my God, babygirl, that is so pretty, it looks so natural; as if you had been growing it for years," said Vicky. All the people in the shop nodded approval. The hair color and length looked absolutely perfect and reached down to my waist. Having over two feet of wavy hair on a skinny five-foot tall petite girl made it look even proportionally longer. Coupled with the entire look --- the orange mini dress, my smooth tanned skin, and my sexy snakeskin Louboutin's making my bubble-butt stand out proudly, I was a walking wet dream for every man between the ages of twelve and one hundred and twelve.



Lightly stroking and moving my beautiful new hair, my only words I could muster from my stunned mouth was, "It is so pretty." I teared up. My eyes filled with joy.



Vicky corrected me, "No, babygirl, it is you - you are so pretty. You make the hair, not the other way around." I started crying again. I was so happy.



Everyone, and I mean every one of the workers and customers, all stopped and looked and came over. I had so many compliments.



Lara, my new hairdresser, gave me instructions on how to care for the weave and make it last. She gave me some products to use and to try out. 



As we were checking out but before we left, the Manager approached me and said "Would you be available to do some modeling for us? I would love to get some head and body shots for our new ad campaign coming up this Fall and into Christmas season."



I looked at Vicky, she nodded encouragingly.



I said, "Yes, I would love that; it sounds like so much fun!" I gave her my cell number and she said she would call later in the day to schedule a time.



I was beaming and feeling so confident when I turned to Vicky and teased, "Who said I couldn't ever be a model, hmmm?"



She laughed and said loudly for all to hear, "I said 'A tiny girl with rockin' a booty like that one you are sporting, you couldn't ever be a runway model!' I never said you couldn't be a hair model!"



Lara piped in, "She could definitely be a model."



Another girl said, "With that ass, she could be a bikini model. You got it, bae, flaunt it!"



I blushed from all the comments and said "Thanks. Y'all are so damned sweet."



___(.)(.)___



I left feeling so reinforced and so happy and content. Vicky teased, and we chatted as we drove only one more block for our appointment at MAC, for here we both had plans for a makeover. 



I loved it. I learned so much and asked endless questions. Vicky had booked me for a one-on-one makeup lesson, where I learned about application, and then a 90-minute makeover.



First, my make-up artist Colleen, worked with a face-chart for colors and a "look", and then she cleansed my face with a wonderful product. She shaped my eyebrows and then set to work. She talked the whole time, and I asked questions the whole time. At the end of the session I looked like a movie-starlet or a pop-music idol. I could not recognize myself. 



I had so much product I left with that I joked that I will not pay this debt off until after Christmas!



"Nonsense! This is all my gift to you. Today is about you, baby, not about money. I want you to discover your real self, and I think the real you is the girl I see right now," said Vicky.



I just hugged her so tightly and she kissed my forehead and said with a huge smile as she held me in front of her, looking me up and down, "Sugar-baby material!"



After three hours, we left looking so hot and so glamorous and we were loaded with tons of makeup products.



___(.)(.)___



"You ready to go shopping, Miss Thang?" said Vicky. "We can cruise through Neiman-Marcus and Saks 5th Avenue and you can do what all hot young sugar-babies in-waiting do."



"Oh, so I am a sugar baby in waiting? So, what do girls like me - you know, sugar-babies-in-waiting - what do we at the Galleria?" I asked.



"You window shop in the most expensive boutiques and try things on for the moment when your Sugar Daddy wants to buy you things. That way you can take him directly to the shop and know exactly the product you want to buy. It is important to have a priority list!", she joked.



"I love you! You are always thinking of my needs!", I quipped.



Arriving at the Galleria Mall, I felt so pretty and confident. We valet parked, and as we emerged from the car all the valet boys and many of the people walking in stared and pointed at us. I admit, we looked like two starlets heading out on Beverly Hills' Rodeo Drive, and it felt to fun to be someone different than the person I once was. I was drunk on attention, and it was only going to get worse - or better, depending on one's viewpoint --- as the day progressed into evening.



As we strutted through the mall, I loved the sound of our heels on the marble - the clicking announcing our progress along the walkway. I followed Vicky, as she seemed determined to go to a certain shop right away. Three minutes later we arrived at what would, in the future, become my go-to impulse purchase store: Christian Louboutin, purveyor of the finest and sexiest heels in the world, matched by only a few other designers. Noted for their signature red-sole and sexy lines, Vicky had a closet full of these. How she could afford them, I could not figure out.



We spent almost two-hours in the store. Everything I tried on I wanted. It took a while to figure out my size, never having ever purchased anything in European sizes. It turned out some styles fit in a 36 ½ and some in 37 ½, but mostly I was a size 37. I knew I had a "thing" for heels ever since I had begun to wear (and keep the discards) of Vicky's sizeable shoe collection, but this - a whole store of the prettiest heels was almost too much to take.



After that we hit Giuseppe Zanotti and Casadei shoe stores, as well as going to Guess and Louis Vuitton. We didn't buy anything, but Vicky kept saying, "You are making your mental list, right baby? You may need it sooner than you think."



___(.)(.)___



From there we went to Del Amici's, a posh bar in the nearby business district frequented by lawyers and investment bankers after their work day. As we drove over, Vicky told me it is a place known for meeting potential boyfriends as well as for non-commitment hook-ups. The wealthy and successful men who go there expect the women to be classy, sexy, and, with the right mix of drinks and gifts and outright cash donations, to be available for everything from flirty conversation to sugar baby arrangements to outright mistresses seeking a sponsor, and yes, and occasional real relationship and possible marriage.



I reflected on how I now looked, after hair and makeup all day. I was wearing a tiny orange and yellow lace thong. I had on a 32 B-cup matching underwire bra that accentuated my growing yet small cleavage - the nude "chicken-cutlet" bra filler additions really made me look like I had delicious little breasts. Over that was the orange low-plunge back, off-shoulder micro-mini dress, accentuating my 21" waist and my now 35" hips. My new long blonde-highlighted hair flowed in open waves to my totally fuckable and alluring, irresistible ass. My face was as that of a goddess - stunning lashes, popping smoky-eyes, pouty lips. My jewelry accentuated it all. And the 5" open-toe peep heels with a sexy stiletto presented tiny little five-foot nothing tall self as I was - a hot tiny chick with the most amazing body.



"Look out, boys. Here I come," I said



We valet park, once again. The lot is full of Porches, G-Wagens, Jaguars and Mercedes. There is even a Ferrari. As we enter, the doorman says, "Good evening, ladies." We smile but say nothing as we walk up the stairs to the bar. Music is playing, and the crowd is loud. I feel so sexy and feminine and glamorous, but still a bit nervous. All of a sudden, I am overwhelmed --- I feel naked. "What am I doing?", I think.



I was only wearing the tiniest mini dress that barely covered my ass. My entire back was open from the shoulders all the way down to the small of my back, as I had draped my pretty long hair mostly over my left shoulder, so it was in front of me. The sexy heels were just triggering every man and almost half the women in the bar. I realized I looked like I was a pin-up model or, worse, a high-priced prostitute. I felt suddenly uncomfortable.



"Vicky," I say, "I have never been to a bar before. Please stay with me. I am so scared and nervous all of a sudden." She nods and squeezes my hand to encourage me.



"You look amazing. You look like a movie star. Just be a Princess and move with poise. You will own the room," she said.



Approaching the bar itself, we see two seats which we take. I follow Vicky's lead, copying every move she makes - where to place my bag, how to cross my legs, and how to hold myself. Once settled in I take a look around the place. It is full of businessmen and only a few beautiful women, the rest seem just like female co-workers, but I am not sure. The main thing I notice is that we two are probably being judged as the hottest things that walked in to the bar.



"Jacqueline, do not look around the room like that," Vicky whispered. "Show no interest in the room. You will look needy. Never look in need. Let the room show interest in you. We - you and me - are here for a drink. Two hot-as-fuck girlfriends here for a simple drink," she smiled saying this. "Just focus on me and talk to me. Trust me, we will be interrupted soon enough by a few eager men."



It didn't even take that long. As the bartender approached us and asked what we wanted, Vicky said "I will have a white wine and my friend here will have a Strawberry Daiquiri, but go light on the alcohol," she quipped winking at me. From her side a tall, handsome man in a blue pinstripe suit arrived.



"Excuse me, but might I offer to buy you both those drinks? Honestly, if I had a bit more time I would come up with a better and wittier opening-line, but frankly I am at a loss for words. You just both interest me." He extended his hand to Vicky and said, "My name is Jackson."



Vicky sized him up, literally checking him out from head to toe. She did not rush to take his hand but moved determinedly. She smiled, she made eye contact, and in doing so I noticed she took control of him and the situation. 



Grabbing his hand with hers she said, "Thank you, Jackson, for showing 'interest' in the two of us. I like your honesty. I also like your suit, and you matched your tie perfectly to the piping. Classy. My name is Vicky." She held his hand and his gaze. I was in shock, amazed at her poise and control.



He looked at me and said, "Hi. And you are?"



"Jacqueline," I said so softly. "My name is Jacqueline," I said more loudly but with little confidence. I so wanted to say more, to be in charge and interact with poise, but I could only say that. He extended his hand and I shook it. I felt myself blush. Another man stepped over.



"Jackson," he said. "Ladies," he smiled as he addressed us.



"Allen, please meet Vicky and Jacqueline," said Jackson, motioning to each of us as he said our names.



Allen did not offer us his hand, rather he simply smiled and nodded, holding his drink glass in his hand. He was slightly older than Jackson, who I judged to be about mid-to-late thirties in age. Allen was probably in his early forties, with a slight gray tinge to his light-brown hair and his close-cropped beard. He wore a blue suit as well, but solid, no pinstripe. Of the two, he was the man in charge, no doubt. He exuded confidence.



Vicky and Jackson talked and bantered for about ten minutes. It was interesting to watch, as Jackson seemed to feel he was making progress with Vicky. Vicky, however, was playing him like a flute - she directed and redirected his questions and allowed only the subjects she chose to address.



Allen and I said little. I kept looking at him with sidelong glances. He was very handsome. He also must have kept in great shape, as his biceps filled his suit jacket to almost ripping the seams. As the conversation between the other two continued, he stepped onto my side of my barstool, away from Vicky, and said, "You are extremely pretty, but I am sure you have heard that since forever."



I readjusted my position on the barstool, turning to face him directly. In doing so, I realized I misjudged the distance between us, so that we were very close to each other. I was staring up at his handsome face, and he was looking down into my eyes, my cleavage, and my thighs.



"Thank you, Allen, you are sweet. And no, I have only recently been told I am pretty. I don't yet really believe it," I said. Gaining a little confidence, I said, "You are a very attractive man." I blushed and fidgeted.



"You are wonderfully kind to a man at least twice your age, and for that, I thank you, Princess." He smiled, adding, "Your boyfriend is a lucky man. He better put a ring on your finger before someone in here tries to win your heart."



I told him I had no boyfriend, and that age was just a number - he should not characterize himself as being "too old" for anyone. He was shocked I had no one in my life. Changing the subject, I asked him what he did for fun.



"I work. I run a law firm with about 45 partners - other lawyers --- so I keep very busy. In my spare time I play squash at the City Club, and I sit on a few Boards and charities in town. I like to travel and dine out," he said. "It must sound boring."



"No, it sounds fascinating. But all business is sure to drive your wife and kids crazy. When do they see you?" 



"Never," he quipped. "I am not married, and like you I have no one in my life currently."



My mind exploded. "Now what," I thought. "This is awkward." But Allen rescued us.



"So, Jacqueline, you are unattached, stunningly beautiful, and in a bar with known predators. You will need protection!" he joked.



I blushed. He continued, "What do you do for a living, or are you in school?"



Happy for the redirect, I said, "I graduated high school just this year. I was planning on going to community college this semester but got hired by my friend here, Vicky, to assist her with a few things. So, honestly, I am just bopping about."



"Well, you bop with class, I must say," he teased. "I would have thought you were a model or an actress. Someone in the entertainment or fashion industry. No? None of it?"



By now I was finishing second drink, gulping them down nervously. I was listening on-and-off to Vicky's conversation, and it was clear Jackson was trying hard to get something going with her. She was teasing him so skillfully. I was surprised, too, to see this side of her flirting so openly. 

<hr pg="7" />The bar was now very crowded, tightly packed in about 6 to 8 people deep, with us wedged between the crowds and the bar top. I glanced over and could see Vicky had her hand in Jackson's crotch. Wow. Really?



Allen persisted, "Jacqueline, I asked "Are you not an actress or model?"



"Oh, sorry, I got distracted. Umm, no. I wish, but no I am neither. Plus," raising my voice to be heard, "Vicky here thinks my ass is too big to be a model."



Vicky didn't rise to the comment. Glancing over, she had Jacksons dick out of his pants, the crowd being so very thick and tight that it was visible only to me and the two of them.



"I agree that you can't be a model," he said, "but not because of your body shape - which, by the way, is stunning - but because you are too pretty and wonderfully and adorably petite. Models are usually awkward and gangly. You are classy and stunning. So, I agree, you can't be a model. You are not ugly enough and you have too many good curves!"



"Thank you, Allen," I said distractedly, noticeably shaken and confused by Vicky's antics.



"Are you ok, Jacqueline, shall we go somewhere else?" he asked.



I looked over to see that Vicky was gone, yet Jackson was standing right up against the bar. I looked down, and there was Vicky, tucked in under the bar, sucking his cock.



"I think I am ok," I said, "but this is kind of weird." He nodded in agreement. "Does this happen often in here?" He nodded again.



"Ignore them. You. Let's discuss you. You sound like you could use some guidance. If you want, I have a ton of contacts in both acting and modeling. You are beautiful. Beyond beautiful. You should not let that asset waste away, you should use it in some way to your benefit," he sincerely said. "Here is my card. My cell is on it. Call me whenever and we can discuss how you can put your Hollywood-Goddess looks to use."



I took it. He was sincere. I said, "I have no job. These clothes are borrowed from Vicky. I have nothing, really. I could use advice, so I will definitely call you, Allen. How can I turn down an offer of help from a handsome Prince of a man?"



He reached in his pocket, pulled out an envelope and pressed it in my hands. "This is for you. Someday you can repay me, but for now, use it as you will." He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and said, "I must run. Jacqueline, you are the highlight of my year so far. Call me soon, Beautiful." With that, he started to wade through the crowds and out of the bar.



I guess he took his que from Vicky, who had emerged from under the bar and was saying goodbye to Jackson. He, too, handed her a card and mouth "Call me soon" as he left.



Vicky, perched back on her barstool looking slightly flushed, sipped the last drop of her white wine and said, "That was a fun day out, wasn't it? Let's go home, babygirl."



Shocked, unsure of what to say, we waded through the crowd. Men did little to allow me to pass, preferring me to have to rub up against them as I made my way out. My ass was grabbed about ten times.



As I walked, I noticed my panties were soaked. Allen made an impression on me!



The ride home was full of the fun we had, the fashions and heels and bags we wanted, and the scene at the bar. No mention was made of Vicky giving Jackson head. It was as if it was just routine. Poor Mike, I thought. Does he have a clue?



I loved how Allen made me feel. I loved his style and maturity and sense of self. Then I remembered he passed me an envelope. Without removing it from inside the handbag, looking inside, it was stuffed full of $100 bills. 



Later that night, at home in bed, having counted out a full $10,000 in cash, I realized I was possibly on my way to becoming a bona fide Sugar Baby. Pulling out my dildo, lubing it up, I rocked myself to sleep thinking of Allen and all the sexy Louboutin heels I would buy for him to fuck me in.



I slept soundly. 



No doubts. 



I dreamed of a beautiful closet full of beautiful things. 



----------THE WORKOUT----------



Coming from shopping at the Galleria, again, and feeling rushed, I managed to arrive at Russo's at Vicky's suggestion at 530PM and rang the doorbell. She had told me yesterday that Mike was ready to start our training work-outs again. She had pleaded with him to not be so angry about the Labor Day picnic incident and that, while Mike was clearly a muscle-jock man's man, I was simply trying to discover myself and that takes time and experimentation. If I was androgynous, what did it matter to him? She was so sweet for running interference between me and my trainer, Mike. 



I heard heavy footsteps approach from the inside, and then Mike opened the door, looking somewhat impatient or possibly even pissed off. With only a small pair of black nylon gym trunks on, his broad muscled body glistened with sweat. Those muscles were pumped full of blood and his veins were visible; he had clearly just finished working out. I couldn't help but notice a very large bulge in his shorts. He saw me staring, and then I blushed and smiled and tried to just look away. But I couldn't avoid it, he was amazingly attractive, and his body was all I had been thinking about lately when I had been using my pink jelly dildo. He had a slight smile on his face, very cocky. "Please, Cupcake, come on in," he said wryly.



I had arrived with my new long, pretty hair tucked up under a cute blue Nike baseball cap. For the past week, my hope was to keep my extensions in rather than take them out before coming over, so I would just keep the cap on. I also had little gold post earrings in as well, and just the slightest hint of eye shadow and makeup. 



Mike looked me up and down, and sneered "What the fuck, Jackie, you're wearing skinny jeans and an oversize shirt to work out? You are not fucking serious, not at all! I am just really wasting my time on you." It had been weeks since he agreed to coach me again. This would be our first session since Labor Day. He was clearly mad, and that really hurt to hear him say I was not trying, especially because the workouts were having a wonderful effect, as my ass was huge, and my thighs were thick. I decided he was just being a jerk for some reason, and I would work through it.



"Mike, I am sorry, I was out at the Galleria Mall shopping and only just got home. I rushed over."



"You should have prepared. You can't work out in that stuff," he said. He looked around and threw a pair of his shorts and a shirt to me, saying "Go put this on."



"Is Vicky home," I asked, hoping she was and maybe she could calm him a bit.



"No. She went to visit her sister and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Go get dressed. We have work to do," he said impatiently.



I went to the adjoining room and, making sure he wasn't looking, I stripped down and slipped on the shorts, tying them as tightly as possible. I pulled the shirt over me and it was huge. Yet it did nothing to hide my now quite-enlarged nipples and rounded and ever-growing breasts and piercings were showing through. I crossed my arms and went back into the work out room.



Mike took one look at me and laughed, "That is fucking awful! Ha! Take that shit off" 



"I can run home and get my stuff, Mike," I pleaded.



"No, I have no more time for this bullshit, man, this is nuts. Look, just go find something of Vicky's to put on, you guys are the same size anyway. You prefer her girl shit to men's clothes, right? Let's get this show on the road, Sweetie," he said.



I freaked out. If he saw me in Vicky's things, again, he would ridicule me forever. It took all these weeks for him to get over the Labor Day picnic and my flirting with his buddies. How could I live this down now? "Mike, please, I..."



"Be serious, Jacqueline," mockingly using my feminized name to degrade me, not to address me. It angered me. I became pissed off but quiet.



"OK, I will be serious. Sorry, Mike," I said in a very flat voice, and with that I left the room determined to get dressed and show him a thing or two. I was nobody's "Cupcake!"



Entering her closet, I went to her workout drawer, knowing exactly the outfit I liked. It was a pair of tiny, tiny two-toned pink skin-tight workout shorts. I slipped them on and they hugged my ass and thighs amazingly well. My belly-ring was still in, but at this point I thought "I don't care, fuck it. He can eat my glitter for all I care!" Then I thought "Should I?" and the answer was "Absolutely. This may be the last time I am here, I can't take his abuse and intimidation anymore. Go for it, Jacqueline!!"



So, I pulled off my baggy shirt, and grabbed the matching two-toned pink sports-bra top and put it on. I definitely had nice little but full boobs.



I put on a matching pair of pink workout shoes, laced them up. I looked in her closet and grabbed the pink matching hat, switching my blue one for her cute pink sparkle one as I stuffed my long blonde hair up inside. If he knew I had extensions he would blurt out all sorts of insults, I was sure of that.



I then grabbed my baggy old t-shirt and put it over everything, so that Mike didn't freak out.



I returned to the workout room, and Mike looked me over and sneered at the pink hat and workout shoes, saying "Jesus," quietly under his breath.



"Ok, Jackie, over to the squat station you go. I added an additional 5 pounds, so we are ratcheting things up. Give me 25," he said in a determined tone.



I set myself up, and took a few deep breaths, and concentrated at a spot on the floor and began. I was steady, rhythmic, and really determined to show him that I was not a Cupcake, not a Sweetie-Pie, and not someone to be demeaned. Mike saw the look on my face and was quiet. I thought "Good. Shut the fuck up, you mean, mean man, you."



Without slowing down or speeding up, I counted out the squats in fives, and as I approached twenty I began to strain, but I refused to slow. Finally, "Twenty-five," and I slowly, with purpose, placed the bar on the rack. I shook out and breathed deeply. I was sweating profusely. The burn in my thighs and glutes was intense. Painful as it was, I knew I had a super-fine body developing. 



"Good job, Jackie. That was good," Mike said.



"It was awesome, and you damn-well know it. I am lifting more than I should, but so be it, Coach," I said tersely, panting back through my short breaths. I stood to go again, and he said "Wait. Wait, another minute. Take another minute." He actually seemed to care.



I was breathing heavy, hands on my knees bent over, and Mike just stood in front of me and grabbed the baggy t-shirt and said, "You're overheated, let's get this off you," and he pulled the shirt over my head before I could react.



My pink hat came off, and as I stood, my long wavy hair fell across my shoulders and down my back. I stood up, and just stared at Mike, who stood in shock. I thought "Oh my God, now what?"



I stood there, frozen. Mike stood there, my t-shirt in hand, frozen. His eyes went across my entire body, staring at my face, my hair, hips, ass, and legs, and then his gaze fell directly on my budding boobs. He was speechless. There I was, wearing the tiniest tight fitting pink work-out ensemble, with long blonde hair, earrings, a belly-piercing, and a tongue ring. I figured I did not exactly look like a straight guy, or even a gay guy; I did not look like a guy at all.



Not knowing what to say or do, I stepped over to my station, took a few deep breaths, then lifted the bar, and began my steady, determined, slow-burn squats. "One", another squat, return, "Two," and I continued slowly, staring ahead, wondering what Mike was thinking. I looked directly at Mike. Why not? My secret was exposed. 



It was then that I realized I was wearing eight thin bangle bracelets on my thin little arm, and they tinkled and rang as I lifted. I no longer cared what Mike thought.



He had sat down on a bench across from me, still holding my t-shirt. He was so handsome. He had such an amazing muscular and sexy body. He sat in just his shorts, burning a hole in me with his eyes. As I lifted, I kept staring at him, wondering what he was thinking. For the past months I was not fantasizing about girls, or Vicky; nothing about girls seemed to attract me anymore, knowing I could be as pretty, or prettier, and as feminine as them. 



"Five," I exhaled and continued. 



I stood before him confidently, lifting, growing my round ass for some fine man to someday fuck; knowing I was as hot as his wife, and possibly hotter. I knew I was forbidden fruit. I knew I was fucking with his mind.



Mike had this broad chest and shoulders, big arms that wrapped me up like a toy doll, a six-pack set of abs above a thin waist. His thighs were huge, and he had a great ass. He was tall, like 6'4" and ever so confident. He was handsome, with what must be very kissable lips.



I wondered how big his cock was, ever since I found those "XXL-Magnum" condoms in his bed-stand on the first night I painted so many weeks ago. Purposefully staring at his shorts, seeking out his dick, I could see the outline of his cock laying sideways along his abdomen. His abs were so taut, and his hands were so big.



"Ten," I breathed out the word, tiring but determined. "I am nobody's Cupcake, damn you," I thought, and I looked again in his eyes. They were staring at my ass and my titties. "Good," I thought, "You want it but you're too scared to taste it." 



I kept staring into his eyes, willing him to look at me, but instead he kept looking at my body. "Fuck it," I thought "I will do thirty!"



He did have such muscular thighs. Vicky must really get a pounding from this man; I wonder how long he could last?



"Fifteen," I said in a very determined voice, but it came out, I thought, in a very feminine voice. I didn't care. I had enough courage to at least be the real me. I doubted he could ever have the balls to challenge his own boundaries about gender --- he was too set in his misogynistic ways.



I kept going back to staring at his crotch, knowing it disarmed and disturbed him that I found it of interest. His cock was definitely getting bigger, and his hand was trying to hold it down. From what I could see it was huge. Long and thick, the head of it was now pushing his shorts off to the side. The definition of it was unmistakable. It was a monster.



"Twenty," I said breathlessly, and softly. I was near collapse, but I dug down deeply, wanting to prove something to this big bully. I was proving that I was a girl. A feminine, pretty, sensual, and strong, determined woman. I could care what he thought. I would never come back here again, I was done with him.



I kept staring at Mike, but he did not look in my eyes. Was he mad, embarrassed; if so, of what? I am the one exposed. I am the one laying my needs and life bare to the world, not him. He seemed as if he was only focused on my ass and my boobies. His cock was enormous.



"Twenty-five," I whispered yet showed no break in cadence as I continued. I was clearly at my limit, but I refused to stop. Mike looked at me. I squatted for my next five, and he came forward, standing in front of me with his God-like body and porn-star erection behind those thin shorts.



He grabbed the bar from me and rested on the cross-bar. He quietly and calmly said, "You need to stop." I collapsed on the floor, and then I started to cry. Mike leaned over, and lifted me up in his arms, carrying me across his body. He sat back on the bench with me in his lap. He looked in my eyes and said "Hey, you did good! I do not know what impressed me more, your determination at lift or..." and he trailed off, not finishing his sentence.



I curled up in his arms and let the hug sink into my soul, sure that I was never going to ever talk to this guy again. He smelled so good. His hard-on was completely evident on my bottom, as I remained in his arms and lap enjoying being held.



"Or what?" I said. "What else might have impressed you more than my lifting?" I didn't look in his eyes, I was so embarrassed.



He grabbed my cheek, and with his big hand directed my gaze into his eyes, and he said "Your beauty. Your sensuality. Your body. You, little one, are gorgeous."



He stood, with me in his arms, and then allowed me to slip out and down to a standing position in front of him. We both stood facing each other. Tiny me. Massive him.



"Jack. Jackie. Actually, Jackie seems more appropriate," Mike stumbled. "What do you want me to call you, Jackie?"



"Jacqui is fine, Mike" and I paused, "Or, if it works for you, at certain times and in certain places or circumstances, please call me Jacqueline. I like the sound of that, especially when you say it." He smiled. He motioned for me to turn around, and as I did, he stared at me admiringly.



Facing him again, I smiled and put a strand of long flowing hair behind my one ear. He leaned over, his face very near mine. I looked up into his eyes hoping for a kiss and he said "You, young lady, are hot as fuck. Do you know that?" I shook my head, "No." Mike continued, "Well, you are. You are pretty. You have an amazing ass. Sweet tits. You are petite, adorable, and totally fuckable."



"Really? You are not mad at me for being drunk and flirting with your co-workers at your picnic?" I asked.



He smiled, and then he leaned in the last few inches and said, "That depends." I had already closed my eyes expecting a kiss, but it did not happen. 



"Depends on what?" I queried, devilishly pouting my lips and furrowing my brow.



He just kept staring at me, with a smile. I stood there, unsure of what I was supposed to do. He reached out his hand and I took it, and he led me through the house and into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood before him. 



He motioned for me to turn around in front of him again, and as I did I felt his hands on my ass. His huge hands were squeezing my ass cheeks, and he was breathing a bit harder now. I turned to face him. He now motioned for me to take off the sports bra, and I slipped out of it and, as I did, my long hair fell across my back and a little fell across my face; I swept it back. His warm hands went to my puffy breasts; my nipples were bigger and more erect than I had ever seen. 



His hands were all over me. As he enjoyed my soft, sun-browned skin, my perky nipples, and round, firm ass, his lustful hands all over my body was increasingly making me want to kiss him, but he just kept manhandling me. It was clear I was a toy; I had no control.



Saying nothing, he motioned for me to slip out of my tiny work-out shorts. As I did he smiled at the purple G-string holding my clitty in place. It had been weeks since I had a hard-on, and today was no different; my little pee-pee sat comfy in her panties, no bigger than the front of my little thumb. Again, Mike's hands were working my ass cheeks now, and feeling my panties he pulled me forward. He motioned for me to pull my thingie out.



Seeing it, he smiled and said "That is so fucking sexy, Jacqui. You are even tinier than Vicky's clitoris. My God, you have a clit, babygirl." 



With that, I leaned in to kiss him. He wasn't expecting it, but I grabbed his face with both my hands and planted a deep, long, wet kiss on him. He responded and took control of the kiss. 



My head exploded, I was light-headed and reeling from having this man kissing me and, hopefully if things kept going the right way, then seducing me. I pulled away for a second, thinking of how she cheated on Mike at Del Amici's bar sucking off that guy, and I said, "Let's not mention her, tonight, please. Not now. Just enjoy me, boo, I am your woman tonight," and I kissed him again. "I am you lover."



He pulled me on top of his gorgeous body as he continued to kiss me. My hands were all over his chest, his abs, his face, and through his hair. Besides Pablo's quick kiss, I had never kissed anyone romantically before, and this guy was showing me the proper way for a woman to be kissed. He was in total control, and I was just melting and responding. I submitted totally, there and then, to Mikes needs and his will.

<hr pg="8" />I couldn't believe it. I was totally naked on top of Mike the stud. Tiny little me was making this guy lose control. Without even thinking about it, my hands worked down his chest to his abs and I began to tease at the top of his shorts; I was clearly curious as to what lay just below that elastic waistband of his shorts.



Mike kissed me deeper, his tongue probing and lips sucking at my mouth. I reached into his shorts and felt, for the first time ever, a real man's cock. In my hands it felt bigger than what I imagined, as it's girth was much bigger around than my tiny effeminate wrist! I pulled it out and began to stroke it as Mike moaned "Oh baby, suck it. You know you want it."



"I do, babe. Oh my God, a cock. Your cock. I love it," I whispered in his ear, and then I kissed him deeply, squeezing his love muscle in both hands. I then slipped down past his chest, kissing his abs as I slowly teased my way towards his cock. He spread his legs wider, making room for me to enjoy the task about to come. I lay on my belly and admired this thing in my hands. I wrapped both hands around it, and there was still room for almost two hand heights before I would span his length. Curious, I lay my forearm against his cock, and his dick was both fatter and longer than my forearm! He moaned "Suck it, baby," and pushed my head towards his purple throbbing love-knob.



I had never sucked a cock before. Hell, I had never ever had sex before. The only practice I had ever had to prepare me was to play with my big 18" pink jelly dildo, and frankly, while his dick was not as long it was noticeably fatter. This would be a challenge!



My first surprise was how tender the penis skin was in my mouth. Even though his dick was hard as a rock, with engorged veins adding power and texture to it, I was taken aback at how soft the skin was to my touch and to my tongue. I loved that, and it was so amazing to realize that. 



I licked his shaft from bottom to top, stroking him at the same time. Always having a tiny dick, I had no clue how to even begin to satisfy something bigger than my arm. Well, my forearm, but it was bigger than even that, like maybe two-thirds my arm length. His balls were full, and they pulsed as I stroked his long tool. Watching them bounce, I put one at a time in my mouth. He moaned again "Baby, please, baby suck me."



I moved up a bit and realized there was no way to do this lying on my tummy between his legs, so I got up on my knees to gain some elevation on this monster shaft of his. Cupping his balls in my left hand, and stroking him with my right, I guided the shiny head of his engorged cock into my warm desirous mouth. He tasted wonderful, with a little salty pre-cum already making its way through his shaft. I worked at a motion that synchronized my head bobbing with my shaft stroking, like I had seen in porn videos. I was determined to do this great blowjob the first time, and so was I really concentrating on how I was performing.



Mikes moans increased, his big hand on the back of my head, he encouraged me with sweet words, saying, "Jacqueline, oh baby, that feels so good. Oh fuck, yeah." I recalled my practicing deep-throat technique with my big jelly dildo, but I was pretty sure Mike was too thick to fit past the back of my throat. Undaunted, I thought I would try anyway. I really did not want this to be the only time I made love to him, so I determined to do my best.



I began to push him in deeper and gagged. I kept stroking him. If anything, his cock had gotten bigger, but I continued. I tried again, and again. 



He was now really trying to face fuck me and I put my hand on his chest and said "Baby, let me just try this, I want to learn to do this for you. Slow down, let me try to get you down my throat." He slowed the thrusts, but he was engorged and so fucking big.



I tried once more and got his cock-head near to the back of my throat and it held there. I pushed against it; I swallowed and pushed at the same time again and again, but I could not seem to move it. Mike had really let out a yell, saying "Oh fuck, baby!" but I could not do it. I crawled up to his face and kissed him, he was speechless, and I said, "I must get a different angle on you."



He was lying on his back, and that monster cock was standing straight up like a third arm. I turned and, facing in a sixty-nine position, but with my little body off to Mikes side, I went down on him again. Grabbing his dick with both hands and adjusting the angle of my throat to the trajectory I knew that big rod must take to get where I wanted it, I sucked and tried again. No luck.



Then I remember the strawberry lube in the bed stand. I got up, grabbed it, completely lubed up my gorgeous studs' porn-sized cock, and got back in the same position alongside his body, facing in a sixty-nine position. Adjusting, once again, for angle and trajectory and determined this would be it, I swallowed again as his monster pushed to the back of my throat. It was still there, but maybe, I thought, it felt like it was a half-inch deeper. 



Hopeful now, taking a deep breath, and concentrating on relaxing my muscles in my throat, I pressed his cock as hard as I could against the back of my throat and took a big swallow. I felt his entire 10 inches slide down my throat, and my lips were flat against his body with no dick in sight. I did it!



"Oh, my fucking God!" Mike yelled. His entire body spasmed. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby. Oh Jacqui, oh fuck, baby. Fuck!" I held my mouth down on his cock as long as I could as he bucked and spasmed. He grabbed my head and pressed me down farther, but I was as far as it could go. My lips were flat against his abs. I slowly drew up on the shaft, but then pushed back down with that swallowing-thrusting combo that seemed to work the first time. Mike spasmed again and yelled again "Fuck! Baby, fuck Jacqueline, fuck. You are..." and he stopped midsentence as I drew up and slammed my throat back down on his dick. His legs were quivering.



Suddenly I felt a motion, and my ass was lifted high over his head and he spread my legs. My bubble-butt ass cheeks were grabbed by these two big hands and I felt a sensation I had never felt before. Mike licked my ass and flicked his tongue all over my butt. He was eating me out. "Oh my God," I whispered, "Oh, fuck, eat me, Daddy, Unreal. Eat me," and I pushed my ass into his face, wanting more. It felt amazing. His warm tongue and lips kissing my pussy.



I now was really focusing on the pleasure of his tongue, but knew it was my deep throating skills that were driving him wild. I redoubled my effort, figuring out the timing and pace of catching breaths, swallowing him fully, and sucking hard as I drew up on his shaft. 



All the while, my head was swimming in the ecstasy of Mike eating out my pussy. I felt him lift and shift me up a little higher, then felt him licking my clitty. His tongue and mouth were kissing my tiny little package, and he tried sucking my clitty like it had a shaft like a real penis, which was quite futile; it was best when it was just licked like a normal clit. He was skillful. It felt wonderful to be in a sixty-nine position with this God of a man.



I was amazed at the size and firmness of his dick. Deeply veined, it looked like it might explode. My hands were on his thighs, and my head was bobbing up and down as I became ever-more comfortable deep-throating his cock. I was really settling into a rhythm, and he was pumping me with a stroke that matched my pace. 



I was spreading my ass-cheeks and burying my booty into his face, as he sucked and licked and probed my pussy and clitty with his tongue and mouth. The feeling was wonderful and totally new. His big hands were squeezing my buttocks so firmly that I was sure I may end up bruised, but I could care. He worked my body as if I were a toy, a plaything, and that turned me on so much. 



I felt his hands on my shoulders, pulling me off his cock for a moment. As I came up I gasped for air, but Mike quickly spun me around and kissed me deeply I barely had time to take a breath. 



My hands went where the goodies were. One hand was on his shaft, stroking it, and the other was on his chest, feeling the strength and power of my lover. He reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a large pump-bottle of lube.



He reached and kissed me and said, "No one in my life has ever been able to deep throat me. That was amazing." 



"No one? Ever?", I asked.



"No, not even her," he responded, and then he grabbed me, and kissed me deeply as my hands went to his dick and stroked it as we locked lips. He grabbed the lube and pulled back for a second.



Seeing him lubing up his dick, I softly cooed, "Oh Mike, baby, please, fuck my pussy with that monster, deeply, please, show me what a real man can do. Teach me, grow me, fuck me. I want to be your girl." 



Mike smiled and said, "Oh baby, trust me, you are already with skills like that! But Jacqueline, please...remember that you asked. It may get rough, babygirl. Way rough." 



I smiled, and turned my bottom to my lover and, with my big firm ass up in the air, and my back arched, with my knees spread, I lay my face down on the pillow waiting for him to enter me. I was happy knowing, as this was about to begin, that I could do something that Vicky couldn't do for her man. 



I felt the cool gel from his hands lube my bottom. I wanted him so bad, I felt my bottom muscles spasming on their own in anticipation of his cock entering my love canal. "Fuck me, Michael. Rough. Way rough. Make me scream. Teach me how to be your lover. I want to be your lover. I want to be your fuck toy. I want to please you. Fuck me rough!"



Mike positioned himself at my ass, and I was now in the classic doggy position. He put in a finger, which I had been prepared to take. As his second finger now pressed against my bottom, I pushed down on my sphincter muscles to allow the relaxing of my pussy opening, and he entered. He felt me do it and said, "Baby, you have been practicing for this moment, haven't you?" He fingered me and then put in a third finger, and I winced and let out a breath-filled squeal; he said "Fuck. Take it, baby. Take it. You need to get ready for what is coming next. You want my cock?"



"Yes, oh yes, yes, oh my God I want your cock," I responded. 



"How bad do you want Daddy's cock, little girl?" I loved how he said that. I loved the thought of being his "little girl."



"Oh my God, Daddy. Your little girl wants your cock more than anything. I want you to fuck me deeply. I want your cum inside me. I want your cum to fill me," I begged. I meant it. I knew of nothing in life I wanted more at that moment. 



I felt the head of his dick at the entrance to my ass. He slammed it a few times, and then I felt the pressure of his head as he pushed. I met the effort by totally pushing my butt muscles out, allowing his fat massive cock to enter an inch. "Oh my God!", I screamed, "FUCK! It is so big, Babe!! Oh, oh my fucking..." and at that he pushed into me the entire way.



I screamed; I literally screamed "OH FUCK! Oh STOP, please, oh no, oh no no no, oh my God," and I began to whimper. I thought he would be gentle, but no. Mike wasn't going to do any of that sweet, easy, gentle stuff, I realized. 



Mike was pure male, pure alpha-male and I was what he wanted for his own needs and pleasure. I felt him squirt more lube on my ass, and he began to stoke me deeply. I was dizzy with pain and pleasure. I was unable to collect any thoughts. It really felt like I was just trying to survive this ordeal, I just wanted to live through it. The pain was incredibly intense, yet the pleasure was more so.



"Relax, baby, just slow down, breathe; relax your muscles," Mike said, with his huge hands on the small of my back and gripping my tiny waist. "You're too tense." My face was buried in the pillow, and I realized that I had stuffed a large bit of it in my mouth and was biting it, screaming and crying into the pillow. 



Mikes hands were pulling in on my hips, driving my pussy onto his huge dick. He was rhythmically fucking me, and moaning "Fuck, your ass is so sweet, Jacqueline. You have such a tiny waist and such a big fucking warm accommodating ass. Fuck. Oh, fuck," and he just humped me deep. His cadence and stamina were amazing. I thought it would never stop, he could go on forever.



I said, "It is yours, forever, baby." I meant it. I went to a place a pleasure I had never ever been. My head spun with emotion and sensation. Dizzying barely describes the sensation.



For me, I knew I had to quickly figure out how not to fight my man's monster dick. I was going to be fucked, there was no way out now. If I was going to survive this, I needed to concentrate my efforts to allow his enormous cock in my ass without pain. 



I focused intently on relaxing my muscles and driving my ass-pussy down onto his shaft as he pumped. It took a few minutes to get right, but once I was, in effect, twerking my ass down onto his pumping dick in syncopated efforts to his own, I felt like I was now a participant rather than just a rape victim. Mike responded by increasing the pace and really driving deeper into my bottom, and I gleefully took every inch of his amazing penis.



"Oh my God, Michael, this feels so fucking good," I said softly into the pillow, reaching a hand back to grasp his fingers in mine and squeeze him lovingly. My entire body and brain tingled like a million little pinpricks, 



He moaned, "Mmmm, baby, you fuck well, you know that?" I smiled and realized I could let go of the sheets I had clenched into my remaining fist since this began. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, cooing "Daddy, please. It is my first time ever, and I want to remember this forever. Make me understand what being a good woman means, please. I am in heaven. You are so fucking good at this." I felt I might faint. I had no energy remaining.



Mike said in a louder voice "Oh, fuck. Yeah, well it may be your first time ever, but I am going to fuck you like this every chance I get, Jacqui, so get used to taking my dick!" Hearing that, I quietly said "Oh my God. Oh, yes, I love you, Michael," in to the sheets. I meant it. Right then and there, I knew my destiny was to submit to a strong, solid, muscular god of a man, and to be his woman. 



His thrusts increased in pace and in depth. The feeling I had was building, deep inside, of pleasure and tension. I was getting dizzy, lightheaded, and I was smiling and almost laughing out loud as I felt I might pass out. Michaels pace increased. Then it happened.



I began to get these amazing, pulsing, deep contractions from within my ass. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Oh my God. Oh, fuck me baby, fuck me!!" and I was breathing fast, and loud, like I was in a race. The contractions continued to build. I could feel my ass-muscles squeezing around my man's huge cock, and I couldn't control any of what was happening. The pulsing and contractions built, now coming faster.



Mike was rhythmically grunting now, the sound like a snorting bull and the syncopated pace of a locomotive. He had his enormous cock deep in my ass; and on each thrust he buried it to the hilt. He had a vise-grip on my hips and was just using my body as a fuck-doll as he slammed me onto his dick. He was saying things that were unintelligible, but I could tell he was going to cum very soon.



I was still unable to control any of my own body's responses to his unrelenting pounding of my ass-pussy. As his fucking reached a crescendo, and as my sensual responses kept building, I had this internal earthquake of enormous shudders and powerful convulsions as, all of a sudden, my little clitty began squirting as my ass-muscles contracted wildly and uncontrollably. "Oh yes! OH MY GOD, YES! Oh, ahhh!!" I yelled. 



Glancing down, I saw my absolutely tiny and limp clitty-dick was floppily squirting my little girl love juices into the air around us. It was the most intense orgasm of my life and, for a moment, I wondered if I was going to live through it. 



The anal contractions were so deep, lasted so long and powerfully, and the power of the ejaculated stream could be measure in the distance I shot my girl-juices. I wondered in the midst of it all if I might pop a blood vessel or burst something inside me, it was so gigantic in focused pleasure.



At the same time, I heard "Ahhhhhh! Fu-u-ck, yesss!" and his love-thrusts became pleasurable and ever-more aggressive stabs; deep, spearing and powerful insertions as he released his warm seed deep inside my pussy. I spread as wide as possible, instinctively trying to capture as much of my lover's juices as possible. Mike continued to stab and thrust his monster dick into my ass, and I was so lightheaded and happy I thought I was certainly going to pass out. I may have; I am not sure. I lost conscious thought at that point.



After what seemed like a few minutes with both of us frozen into a shocked pose, I dropped onto my tummy and Mike followed on top of me with his engorged cock still deeply in my ass. My lips quivered and my leg muscles spasmed uncontrollably for a few moments. His warm body covered my back, his face was in my hair and along my cheek. I turned, and he kissed me, sweetly, lovingly. His tongue entered my mouth and I accepted it so lovingly. I moaned and cooed and began to rock my firm, round ass up and down on his dick as I squeezed it in a pulsating rhythm with my ass-muscles. 



"I really like this kind of workout better than those stupid weights of yours," I said softly, stroking his sweat-soaked hair from his brow. I kissed him lightly.



He laughed quietly, "Ha, yes indeed, what a workout. Best workout ever. But baby, don't waste me on the first night. Give me recovery time." He kissed me and began to nibble on my ear, I continued to slowly rock my ass on his hard but spent rod.



I turned up to his lips and kissed him deeply, squeezing his dick again in my ass and saying, "Fuck that. I want more, my love. We are not done working out! Give me another few hundred reps, big boy," I teased, and I pumped my ass and squeezed his dick a bit harder with my muscles, riding its length now with ease. Then I looked into his eyes with all seriousness, and said, "I just want all of it in me, Michael; all of it." I kissed him again. He tasted delicious. Having done that, I slowly and sensually slid myself from his cock, and went down and sucked out of him what remained.



"It's yours, babygirl. I will fill you as much as you can take," he whispered, then he just fell asleep or, quite possibly, passed out from exhaustion.



"I can take it all, and I want it all," I said, quietly, slurping his delicious dick. I meant it. Going back down on him and sucking out every last drop of his seed as if it were nectar to me. It was. I loved the taste of him.



"I love you, Michael," I said. It just came out. I knew I meant it.



"I love you too, Jacqueline," he said from his sleep.



I heard it. I teared up. I lay there in a most relaxed and serene mood, I was spent but happy. My lover was totally exhausted. I soaked in what just happened. 



I finished draining his cock and climbed back on top of his body. I weighed nothing, he barely noticed. Even sleeping his dick was hard, so I lubed it up and spread the rest on my bottom. Straddling his body, I spread my knees wide and, reaching behind me, I pressed the head of his dick against my pussy-hole. Relaxing myself, his head popped in and I slowly lowered myself down on him.



He stirred but did not wake. Slowly I rode his beautiful penis. It was thick and veined with wonderful texture. I loved how it felt in my bottom --- warm, stiff, long, and yet much more forgiving than a rubber dildo. When I squeezed him in my bottom he responded, and I liked that.



I continued to ride him up and down, slowly. I became more upright as I increased my pace, putting my hands on his big hairy chest so I could support myself.

<hr pg="9" />I looked down at him and at myself riding him. I was so tiny compared to him. My tiny little clitty just vibrated and bounced slightly to the rhythm of my pace. My little hands were lost on the expansiveness of his muscular chest, which was now starting to breath more deeply --- I suspected he might awaken so I slowed my pace. I had been waiting for this moment - to be made love to by a real man - all summer long. Finally, now, it was to be had with the most sensual of all men I had met so far. My Michael.



Yeah. My Michael. If Vicky was able to go out and suck off a total stranger in a bar, why not make things even for her husband --- now my lover --- to get equal if not greater pleasure when he wanted it? I will give him anything he wants sexually, this I know.



As I think these things I am unaware that my cadence has increased considerably. His long thick member has excited me so much I am now pounding my little body up and down, riding his entire full length with increasing pleasure to my bottom. I feel the contractions build in my body, and I want more.



Mike's eyes open, and his hands move to my hips, guiding me and thrusting me onto his cock. I lean forward, hair going everywhere, and kiss him. His big arms wrap around me and he thrust deeper now at a new angle. His kiss is amazing, and I feel lifted off the bed. His eyes never leave mine. He is a determined lover.



As if I am not even there wrapped around his torso and neck, he stands with his dick still buried deep inside me. Upright, with no support, he begins to lift tiny little me up and down on his manhood. The angle of entry is intense and new for me, and my own spasms begin to build. I am breathing louder, with little whimpers of painful pleasure thrown in, when all of a sudden he just kisses me and cums deep in me with powerful and almost angry probing thrusts. I feel his heat as his seed fills my bottom. I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on for dear life as my own orgasm takes control and for a few minutes I cum, screaming in pleasure, from my clitty as I convulse uncontrollably from wave after building wave of anal orgasms.



We fall back to the bed. He kisses me and lays back down with me. I wonder, "Did he do that entire things in his sleep? Wow. I love this man."



Once again, I gently pull off of his enormous penis, and lower myself to drain what remains of his love seed. As I do, I think that I wish he was my husband. What a man. Regardless, he will be my lover. 



What a summer. What a month. What a day! 



My first fuck. 



My first dick to suck and swallow. 



My first hunk, and what a hunk. Mike was a God amongst gods. He was the true Alpha-male amongst his tribe, no doubt.



The first time anyone said "I love you" to me.



"This," I mused to myself, "the men, the cocks, the cum, and the sucking and fucking and seducing; this is going to be outrageously, uncontrollably addictive. I love this,".



I lay my head on Mike's muscular thigh, with his spent balls in my hand and his cock at my full and soft lips; I milked and sucked out small strands of his remaining cum; his taste on my tongue, his musk filling my nostrils. 



As I calm and drift into a mellow state, snuggling my lovers' thigh, his beautiful cock touching my pouty wanting lips, my sleepy sensual last thoughts went to the others I had recently met ---- Leon, Elliot, Joe, Caleb, and my motorcycle man Pablo, and all the other guys I had met and checked out. They were all so fucking sexy, but I had Mike, the alpha-male.



I crawl back up on to him, and he wraps his huge arms around my little body. I curl my head in the nape of his neck, and kiss him. His hand goes to my ass and holds it. I belongs to him. 



Lying there, enveloped in his body, I finally know what happiness feels like. I belong here.



But, my last thoughts drifted to the mature, classy, and confident Allen from Del Amici's a week ago that I wondered about. He intrigued me for reasons other than purely sex. Having just this afternoon spent the last of the $10,000 he had given me, I realized how expensive it could be to be sexy and fashionable. 



Dreaming that night, snuggly wrapped in Mike's huge arms, I imagined my own closet full of Louboutin heels, Louis Vuitton bags, Tiffany jewelry, and dripping with fashions from designer houses from around the world. 



Life is complex, isn't it?



The lure of men and sex..



The lure of money and fashion.



The lure of luxury and power.



....and the capacity of a skilled, tiny little blonde girl to obtain it all.



My life was just beginning.



...TO BE CONTINUED...

