From Martin to Martina Ch. 03Posted on : 2012-01-28 15:59:24.283883
"B-B-But I don't w-w-want t-t-to be a woman," I stammered.
"Maybe not yet Martin," Mandy replied softly. "But eventually you will believe me."
"N-N-No I j-j-just like the f-f-feel of the material against my b-b-body," I replied.
I should have bolted from the shop there and then, never to return, but the way Mandy looked at me held me in place, almost like I was hypnotized.
"Wait here a second Martin," Mandy said eventually.
Like an obedient puppy I did as she asked, and stood there, as Mandy brushed past me and headed back into the shop. When she returned, five minutes later, she was carrying the white corset I had been admiring, stockings, suspenders and a matching satin thong.
"Why don't you stay here and try these on while I serve the customer that has just walked in," Mandy said handing me the lingerie.
Before I could argue she had re-entered the shop, pulling the door closed behind her as she went, leaving me alone. Putting the lingerie on the desk I picked up the photo album and looked through it again, slowly, still amazed at the transformation Mandy had gone through to become the beautiful young woman that she was.
I picked up the corset and held it against my face, the smoothness of the material giving me an instant erection, before putting it back down and deciding that it wouldn't hurt to try it on. Quickly stripping out of my clothes I slipped the thong up my smooth, shaven legs, followed by the corset, stockings and suspenders. Once I was fully dressed I ran my hands down my body, over the soft, smooth material, towards my hard cock.
As I stood there I began to wish I had just purchase the items and gone straight home. I desperately felt the need to bring myself off standing there and, instinctively, closed my eyes and began to massage my throbbing dick. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I didn't hear the door open, or Mandy come back into the room, and I slipped my hand into the thong wrapping my fingers around my thick shaft.
"That looks so fucking hot," Mandy said.
Quick as lightning I opened my eyes and pulled my hands from inside the thong.
"S-S-Sorry," I stammered apologetically. "I couldn't help myself."
"No need to be sorry Martin," Mandy said smiling at me as her eyes wandered up and down my body, pausing when she saw my erect cock poking from the top of the thong.
"Let me get these off and get dressed," I said starting to unclip the suspenders.
"Please don't," Mandy said.
"Because seeing you wanking while dressed like that has made me as hard as hell," she replied. "And I'd love to see you finish yourself off, or I could do it for you if you'd like?"
I couldn't believe the situation I found myself in. I had never cheated on Sally since we had been together, never even thought about it, but as I stood in my lingerie, my hard cock aching for release, a gorgeous woman in front of me, all I could think of was letting this woman wrap her exquisitely manicured fingers around my hard shaft and make me cum, the fact that she was a transsexual didn't even bother me in the slightest.
"I wish you would do it for me," I heard myself saying.
Expecting Mandy to stand in front of me and wrap her hand around my cock I was surprised when she took my hand and led me over to the chair.
"Sit down Martin," she said softly.
Once I was sitting I was stunned when Mandy dropped to her knees in front of me, reached forward, and wrapped her hand around me. Slowly she began to stroke my full length and I closed my eyes, not expecting to feel what happened next. After a couple of minutes I felt a warmth on the swollen head of my cock that I hadn't felt for a long time and opened my eyes slightly, to see Mandy moving her head closer to my throbbing hard cock.
I knew I should have stopped her, got up and left but, as soon as I felt her tongue flick over the end tasting my pre-cum I almost exploded and reached forward for her head. Taking her gently in my hands I guided her head forward and slid my cock in her mouth, to the back of her throat, and closed my eyes again. Slowly Mandy's head started to bob up and down and I knew I wasn't going to last long.
As Mandy worked expertly on my cock I ran my hands up my body, and suddenly found myself wishing that I had a pair of tits like hers to play with as she sucked, licked and nibbled me. I reached forward and let my hand rub over hers instead, her nipples hard as bullets, the areole all wrinkled tightly, and felt the first feelings of my orgasm building in my body.
I tensed my legs as my balls tightened, desperate to last just a little longer, but couldn't. My cock twitched in Mandy's mouth and I let out a long, low groan as the first stream of cum erupted from the end of my cock, with the force of a police water cannon, deep into Mandy's willing mouth. Greedily she continued to suck, making sure she got every single drop, before letting my cock fall from her lips, looking up at me and smiling.
"How did that feel Martin?" Mandy asked wiping her lips.
"Fucking amazing," I replied unable to believe that my first blowjob for months had been administered by a gorgeous transsexual, while I was dressed in full lingerie.
"How about you return the favour for me Martin?" she said lifting her skirt, exposing her thick erect cock to me.
"I-I-I can't I've never even touched another cock in my life," I said.
"It's okay Martin," Mandy said wrapping her own hand around her shaft.
Standing inches from my face she began slowly masturbating as I sat transfixed, my cock semi-hard, my eyes never leaving the view in front of me. Mandy quickened her pace as she got closer to her own orgasm and suddenly, without any warning,
I saw her cock twitch and the first stream of her thick, white, milky liquid exploded from the slit in the end of her cock. Before I could move I felt her juice splash against my face, running down my cheek and over my lips, almost causing me to vomit. I had never even tasted my own cum and Sally had always flatly refused to swallow it, when she did used to suck me, and the slightly salty taste against my lips was completely unexpected.
I was stunned by the amount of cum that flew from the end of Mandy's cock and once she was finished it felt like my whole face was completely plastered. Reaching up to wipe the mess from my face Mandy stopped me, bent forward and started to slowly lick her own juices from my face, before planting her lips against mine forcefully, giving me my first ever proper taste of cum.
Although salty it wasn't as bad as I had feared, or as bad as Sally had made it out to be, and I found myself swallowing quickly before pushing my
tongue into Mandy's mouth.
Eventually we pulled apart, my cock rock hard again, but Mandy just took hold of it and eased back inside the thong that I was still wearing.
"I think we are going to a lot of fun transforming you Martin," Mandy said with a slightly wicked grin.
"But I told you I don't want to be a woman," I said.
"I know what you said Martin," Mandy replied. "But judging by the smoothness of your legs and arms, the way you let me, legally a male suck you to completion and eagerly tasted my cum I think somebody doesn't know what they really want."
I just sat there listening to her words and feelings of confusion flooded through my mind. Maybe she was right after all, maybe I did want to be female. I certainly wasn't repulsed by what had just transpired, maybe I was gay, or even bisexual. All I did know was that I had to get out of the shop and try to get my head cleared, think about my future. One thing I did know was that I could no longer live with Sally, lying to her, I did love her after all, I just wasn't in love with her.
"Martin are you okay?" Mandy's voice snapped me from my thoughts.
"Y-y-Yes I'm fine thanks," I replied. "Just thinking, I better go."
"Okay will you be back again?" Mandy asked.
"I honestly don't know what I'm going to do." I aid.
"I understand," Mandy said quietly. "I tell you what take what you are wearing as a gift."
"I can't do that," I protested.
"Yes you can after all it's my shop," Mandy smiled. "I can do whatever I like."
"Well thank you," I replied. "I was definitely going to take it, especially after trying it on."
"I'll leave you to get changed."
Mandy walked back into the shop, leaving me alone yet again, and I slowed removed all the lingerie and folded it neatly before heading back into the shop myself. Mandy was busy by the window, altering the display, so I put the lingerie on the counter and went over to her.
"Oh you're ready," she said as I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Yes I guess I am," I replied.
"Let me bag those things up for you."
I followed her back over to the counter and waited as she carefully placed each item in the bag.
"Are you sure I can't pay for them?" I asked.
"Yes Martin I'm sure I just hope that I see you again," Mandy said. "You have so much potential."
I picked up the bag and thanked her for everything before leaving the shop, taking one last look over my shoulder at Mandy as I pulled the door closed behind me and headed towards the bus stop, clutching my bag tightly under my arm.
As I waited for the bus thoughts of things that I needed to do raced through my mind, the hardest thing being that I was going to have to somehow explain to Sally that I didn't want to be in a couple with her any longer. There would be tears, from both of us, I knew that. What I didn't know was the reason I was going to give.
As the bus approached I decided that I was going to walk instead, try and clear my head, and began to wander off down the street. I knew I should go straight home, and get ready for what was going to be, possibly, the worst night of my life but I couldn't face it. Instead I headed in the opposite direction towards the town centre, and the first bar I came across.
Without even noticing the name of the bar I walked inside, over to the bar and sat down. I ordered a large Jack Daniels, straight, no ice and took a small sip from the glass before swallowing the rest in one go and ordering another.
Each drink quickly found its way down my throat and, before long, I started to feel the alcohol's effects. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was gone seven pm and panicked, Sally would be home and wondering where I had got to. Draining the glass in front of me I stood up and slowly walked across the bar to the front door, noticing for the first time just how many people were in there as well. What I also noticed was that men seemed to prefer the company of other men, and the same went for the women.
Stopping at the doorway I stared around once more before turning to open the door, only for it to open in front of me. I mumbled an apology and went to step back, to allow the person in first, when I looked up and came face to face with Amanda.
"Fancy seeing you in here Martin," she exclaimed excitedly. "Did you finally make your decision then?"
"No all I've done is sit in here and drink," I slurred.
"Come on let's sit down and get you sobered up a bit," she said. "You can't go home in that state."
"But Sally will be waiting for me," I protested weekly.
"And if you go home in that state you will say something you regret," Mandy replied. "Now go and sit down I'll see if I can get them to make you a strong, black coffee."
Unable to argue with her, and barely able to stand much longer either, I did as she said while she waltzed over to the bar. I watched her, through slightly blurred vision as she spoke to the person behind the bar, and pointed towards me, before she came back with a piping hot coffee.
"Here drink this," she said. "Why have you got in this state?"
"I didn't mean to," I said apologetically. "Time just seemed to fly by."
"How do you expect to explain anything, to anyone, pissed like you are?"
"I don't know," I said taking a sip from the cup.
"Once you are capable I'll get you a taxi to take you straight home," Mandy said. "You better sleep it off before you try saying anything."
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