My Unwanted Transition Ch. 11

My dick is solid now, trapped between my body and her butt. I wonder if she can feel me through our clothes and what she might think about it. If it wasn't for her period, I'd probably make a move right now, and she'd probably let me have my way. Instead, I keep it to myself and decide that I'll have to masturbate tonight.

I finally get my attention on the movie again when I notice her hand reaching back. She fumbles around momentarily until her fingers find the band of my pants. Two of her fingers clench my zipper and pull it down. My cock throbs like crazy at the anticipation. Soon, she manages to pull my dick out, and her hand clasps around my shaft. It feels incredible as she starts to stroke back and forth, but she never looks back. The movie apparently ends, but I'm too distracted to notice. Jenny turns to face me, her expression soft and warm.

"Does that feel good?" She asks as she continues to stroke me.

"Very," I say, in a low voice, my mind focused on the warmth of her soft hand around me.

"Here," she says, pausing to reach her phone. "I took these for you before, but I didn't send them because I didn't want to be disrespectful."

"These are hot!" My cock throbs in her hand at the sight of the nudes on her phone.

I start to swipe through the pics, and she moves down, settling on her knees between my legs on the couch. Her mouth engulfs my erection, and I let out a pleasured groan. My attention is divided between the pics and how she moves her head up and down to suck me. Her mouth is making wet noises that mix with the sound of little moans she makes. The way she sucks dick is incredible, each movement aimed to please and make me feel good. Each time she pushes down, her lips wrap firmly around the base of my shaft, then glide up as she sucks. Inside her mouth, I can feel her tongue moving back and forth, circling.

The album on her phone comes to an end, leaving me with visuals of her remarkable nudity. I look back and forth between her and the phone, which gives me the idea to record her now. With the way she seemed to enjoy taking these photos, I hope that she'll like this too.

"Can I record you?" I ask, then she looks up at me with my dick still in her mouth. She nods.

"You should use your phone, though," she says, parting her mouth from me to speak.

I reach and grab my phone, hurrying to get the camera app open. Jenny waits for me to begin recording, then starts to suck me again. I watch her on the screen, and she looks up at the camera often. I imagine that she's comfortable with being on camera now after being so active on social media. Being recorded seems to spur her into putting on a show. Not only does she suck, but she starts at the bottom and runs her tongue slowly up my shaft.

After several minutes, she puts in the full effort, which drives me toward my orgasm. She alternates between sucking and jerking my cock swiftly with her hand, sometimes combining the two. I warn her that I'm about to cum with an audible groan, and she strokes me until I explode. It's the most intense orgasm I've had in a long time, and my cum rockets straight up into the air before falling on her arm, hand, and my stomach.

(Jenny)

I watch Skylar's face and the camera as I jerk him with my hand. Even without him warning me, I can tell he's close just from the way his cock throbs. I smile as he squirms, and his cum makes a mess of both of us. It gets into my hair, on my face, and my arm and hand. The way he melts into relaxation makes me happy. To make his recording better, I lick up some of the cum from the tip of his cock, which makes him squirm more. I smirk at his sensitivity, remembering how most guys need a rest after cumming. That's all I can remember, though. I don't recall how it actually feels to have a sensitive dick or an erection for that matter. Now, it feels like I've been a woman my entire life.

In the morning, I wake up next to Skylar in bed, wearing one of his shirts. As soon as I pick my phone up to look at the time, I feel his arm hold my body as he wedges himself up behind me. I have to get back home soon to get ready for work if I want to be on time, but I love the feeling of him holding me. I eventually get up and take a shower, and by the time I finish drying off, he has some breakfast made. We eat quietly for a few minutes until he breaks the silence.

"You're so beautiful," he says.

"Are you just saying that because I sucked your dick so good?" I smirk, but I can feel warmth flooding into my cheeks.

"You did, but you were beautiful before that," he affirms.

"Well," I start, my cheeks probably full red now. "You're quite sexy yourself."

"Can I ask you a question?" He breaks the silence again after a few more minutes go by.

"Sure," I say.

"Why did you let me record you yesterday?" He asks.

"Because you wanted to," I answer.

"I know that, but is there more?" He asks again.

"Not really. I could see that you were excited, and I wanted to make you feel good," I said, my voice getting lower at the last part.

"Did you like being recorded?" He asks again, more specifically.

"I liked you recording me," I say, putting an emphasis on you, and he smiles.

I drive back home in the best mood I've been in in a long time. I didn't feel scared of my feelings for Skylar at breakfast. They were strong, and the way he looked at me made my heart flutter. I just hope that I make him feel the same way, which I think I do.

As I'm getting ready for work, my phone rings with a call from the medical center. They want me to come in to talk about something, but they don't elaborate. I explain that I won't be able to go until after I finish work unless it's an emergency. When they agree to see me after work, I hang up and finish getting ready before leaving.

(Leslie)

I reach my eighth orgasm of the session in front of the five thousand people watching me on cam. It's the end of the second of three shifts I do per day on most days. I usually do three three-hour shifts per day unless I have other things to take care of. On peak days like today, many of my fans send lots of tips, which they continue to do even after I just came.

The tips activate the vibrator inside my pussy, and it makes me shiver. It's a genuine shiver, and not an overreacting version like some girls tend to do. As the tips come in, I rub my clit and tug the vibrator back and forth. I hear a knock on my door, which I assume is Jenny. When I don't hear a second knock, I know it isn't an emergency and that she'll wait until I'm finished. It only takes me another five minutes until I start to cum again. My vaginal muscles contract, and ejaculate my essence all over the towel in front of me. Squirting isn't something I've gotten the hang of, and it still just happens at random with me, but my fans love it when it does happen.

When the show is over, I down nearly an entire bottle of water before cleaning myself up. For now, I tie my robe on then go out to meet Jenny in her room. She's still dressed in her work clothes: a blouse, skirt, stockings, and flats. I've never been into other women sexually, but Jenny is definitely attractive. I still find it amazing that she used to be a man.

"Oh, hey Leslie," she says as she notices me come in.

"What's up?" I say.

"The medical center asked me to come in, but they didn't say why, so I was hoping you could go with me," she says.

"Today?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm going to go in a little bit," she says.

"Um, sure, just let me get showered and dressed," I say.

I get right in the shower, letting the cool water rinse the sweat, lube, and cum from my body. I spend extra time on my girl part as always, making sure I keep myself properly clean. After the shower, I dry off, then get dressed before meeting Jenny downstairs. We make final preparations, then we start the drive to the center in her car.

I've been to the center with her several times now. It isn't a typical doctor's office, so there is no standard waiting room. Instead, we check in with the receptionist, and a person from their team comes out to get us. We follow them back to an office rather than an exam room. I feel nervous for Jenny, hoping that they didn't call her in for anything bad.

"I'll just get right to the point if you don't mind," the doctor says after we're all seated. "When you came here several years ago, Jenny, you were an extraordinary case. Your body had us baffled, but we learned a great deal and were able to help you." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "In the last year, we've had reports of several other males undergoing the same symptoms that you had back then. For each case we were able to confirm, we reached out to make contact with those families. Unfortunately, two of them passed away before we could establish communication." Again, he paused. "The other six are now here in our facility. Based on our work with you, we confirmed the same diagnosis on each of them. We've completed the surgical part of the transition, but as you might remember, it isn't easy to suddenly be a part of the opposite sex."

"I can't say that I do remember," Jenny says. "I mean, I do, but only that it happened. The emotions attached to it are gone, just like my emotions of being male."

"I do remember you speaking of that, but still, you were the first and only person to date that has completed this procedure and lived it. With that being said, the reason I asked you to come here today is to ask for your help," the doctor says, then waits.

"My help?" Jenny asks.

"Yes. Because you have the only experience living this, we would ask for your help in sharing your experiences with the others. A few of them are wholly devasted, and it is our hope that you might ease their burden."

Jenny looks at me, probably looking for advice of some sort, so I nod. I do think that Jenny could help them at least a little bit. I picture myself waking up one day as a man, having lost the softness of a woman's body, my breasts, long hair, and, instead, having hair all over the rest of me. In place of my vagina and wonderful clitoris, I'd have a dick just dangling there between my legs. The only positive thing I can conjure up in my mind is not having a menstrual cycle. Though, I do wonder what it might feel like to have my dick sucked.

"I will be happy to talk to them. I just don't know what to say," Jenny answers.

"Perhaps, just telling them a little about yourself. If they have questions, any answer you can offer might also be of help," he explains.

When everything is agreed upon, a lady enters the room with some paperwork. It's a simple non-disclosure agreement that prohibits Jenny from sharing any personal details about the patients. Jenny signs the documents, then I'm led to a room with a t.v. so that I can wait for her.

(Jenny)

I'm nervous as I wait in the room for the nurses to bring them in. I still can't believe there are now six others going through what I went through, which seems so long ago now. It also makes me sad that two others passed away. I was the first, and no one knew what was wrong with me, so I could have easily been one to die. Then again, maybe others died before it even happened to me, and no one knew. Nurses and techs bring them in on wheelchairs and set them in front of me in a semi-circle, then we proceed with introductions.

"So, now that we all know each other's names, why don't you tell them about yourself, Jenny? None of them have been told about your past," the nurse says.

All of the staff exit the room, but there is a large glass mirror on one side, which I assume is a two-way mirror that they can see through. I look at each of the six of them. I vaguely recall what I looked like back then, fresh out of the surgical procedures. Already, their features are softening, and they all have small breasts just beginning to form. Seeing them suddenly pulls the emotional part of my memories back. I understand how hard it is for them to be going through this. To have no penis and instead have an opening between your legs. Memories continue to rush into my mind. This is just the beginning for them, I think to myself. Their gonna have to learn how to deal with a female body now. How to handle longer, thicker hair, havings boobs, having a period, and dealing with obnoxious men. Then there will be the whole sexual side of things too. I'm not sure where to begin, so I just start talking.

"My name is Jenny, and they asked me to come here today because several years ago, I went through this same thing," I say.

"The same thing?" The girl on the far right chimes in. "You were a guy before?"

"Yes, I was born a male, then I fell very sick. Eventually, I was transferred to this same facility, and they saved my life by helping my body adapt," I answer, then smile.

Each of them looks at me more closely then look at each other before looking at me again. It makes me a little happy that some hope returns to their eyes.

"I'm not saying it was easy. In fact, I had a hard time learning how to be in a female body. My tastes changed, not only for food, but also in colors, clothing, and other things. My mood and emotions changed. You're going to have a period, and it's going to suck most of the time. You might bleed a lot; you might bleed a little. You'll feel happy, sad, angry, and everything else." I pause to see their reaction.

"Your mind is going to work differently, too. I'm able to multitask better now. I don't have to worry about random erections either," I say and laugh some.

"Can you still have sex?" One asks.

"Yes, you can, in time. I actually have a boyfriend, and I enjoy sex with him very much. And before you ask, yes, everything works as intended."

"You're with a guy? Isn't that weird?" Another asks.

"It was bizarre at first," I say. "I was never attracted to men before, but as I said, the way your mind works might change. I'm actually only attracted to men now. I mean, I think girls are pretty, but they don't arouse me like before."

The questions continued to pile in, and I answered each of them the best I could. It went on for an hour before the nurse came back and informed us that time was up. From what I can tell, most of them seemed to be happier now. I gathered from the number of sexual-related questions that they couldn't wait to experiment with their new bodies. It made me think of my first time with Andy and the way we haphazardly had sex. I smiled to myself as we walked down the corridor, thinking about how Andy made me cum. My mind then turned to Skylar and how bad I want to have sex with him. In a few more days, I would likely get my wish.