by Erica Smooth
“I love it!” I exclaimed, as she put her head under my dress and looked for my cock.
Tina pulled down my panties and brought them to my knees. Then she started to suck on one of my balls as she slowly jerked me off. She took her other hand and ran it up and down my nylon-covered leg. The sensation of her warm mouth on my balls and her nails on my stockings was truly amazing. After some time I felt her lift her head up to my cock and take it into her mouth. Her sexy face began to bob up and down as she snuck a finger around to my ass and began to tickle the entrance to my butthole. The feeling was sensational and I felt like I was going to cum soon. I felt her bring her finger back around, put it in her mouth, and cover it in saliva. Slowly, she brought her hand back to my behind and slowly pushed the finger into my ass. It felt pretty big as she thrust it inside and began to start pumping it inside of me. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore and I told her, "Here it comes baby!" Tina grunted in approval and began to suck me even faster. I burst a huge load inside of her for the second time that night. Tina continued to suck me as I pumped spurt after spurt into her pretty little mouth. Her curls were all over her face and I felt them on my stockings. After I finished cumming, she pulled her finger out of my ass and swallowed. As was customary, she showed me her empty mouth as she pulled up my panties and tucked me back into place. I had no idea she was such a cum slut.
My mind briefly wondered to politics again. There would need to be a press conference. There would be critics, of course. But overall I was feeling great. I knew that this bedroom playtime was just a small taste of the fun I would have. Little did I know that I had implants, surgeries, and whole new experiences to look forward to in my new life as Abigail.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Becoming Madame Mayor: Part 2
I got out of bed and groggily walked toward the kitchen. I wasn’t quite awake yet and my mind was still trying to figure out the difference between dreamland and reality. I sauntered past the large mirror in the living room. Within the mirror was the image of a good-looking girl; she was wearing a silky pink nightgown. She had small breasts, fair skin, and a yummy ass. I noticed that her nightgown had delicate white lace adorning the hemline. The girl’s hair was up in a loose bun with unbound strands falling down on her pretty face. The morning sunlight shined behind her, giving her an angelic glow. What a pretty girl, I thought to myself. I put my arms up into the air, stretching them after a restful night’s sleep. Curiously, the girl in the mirror also put her arms up. I yawned, and she did the same.
Oh... Wow, I realized, making eye contact with her, She is… me. I hadn’t forgotten everything that had happened over the past weeks, but my mind was still having trouble accepting this new reality. Waking up and thinking of myself as a man had become an automatic reflex for the past 30 some odd years. This felt new and different. It felt like I was a person with terrible eyesight putting on glasses for the first time. I never knew how out-of-focus my life was until I put on the lenses of acceptance. There was obviously going to be an adjustment period but it felt incredible.
I walked into the kitchen and noticed that Tina had left a copy of the local newspaper, The Riverside Chronicle, on the kitchen counter. I wasn’t used to waking up without her, but she was obligated to leave the house early to set-up for a fundraiser event being held later that evening. She had taken a red sharpie and circled the headline on the front page of the paper.
‘MAYORAL CANDIDATE COMES OUT AS TRANS WOMAN’
Well I guess there’s no such thing as bad publicity, I thought to myself, whilst skimming the article. A smile ran across my face as I noticed my delicate fingers painted in red nail polish. I had come out to the world about my transition and I was still intending to run in the mayoral election.
Tina had helped me craft an open letter which detailed the reasoning for my transition publically. We sent it out to all the major media outlets in the region and it was generally well received. Tom Burken, my leading opponent, wasn’t very pleased though. He alleged that the entire thing was a publicity stunt intended to seize votes from the progressive-leaning populace. Amusingly, he wasn’t wrong. Tina, my campaign manager and my lover, had engineered this reveal and she was completely aware of the political implications. What the critics didn’t realize was that I had been living with gender identity issues for my entire life. Tina merely helped me come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t living up to my true potential.
I heard my cell phone ringing back in the bedroom. I ran back to answer, my girly ass jiggling as I moved. I picked up the phone and answered, “Hello, Abe… igail speaking.”
I could hear Tina laughing on the line, “You don’t even know your own first name and you’re running for city mayor, eh?”
“Good morning, darling,” I laughed.
“Practically afternoon!” she countered, “Have you started getting ready yet?” she asked.
I looked at the clock; it was eleven thirty in the morning. “Not yet,” I admitted.
“Well you better get going, sweetheart,” she said, “and make sure to wear something flashy. You need to stand out tonight.”
“Yes baby, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” I countered.
“And you’re sure you can get ready without me?” she asked.
“I guess we’ll find out!” I said with a laugh.
The event was a campaign fundraising gala. It was being held inside the main greenhouse at the city botanical gardens. The gala was a fancy-dress event: men in white ties, women in flashy dresses. As the guest of honor, I was expected to dazzle and impress. I had picked up a dress the week prior. My challenge was going to be the makeup. Typically Tina was there to help me out but she had to be at the venue making preparations. This would be the first true test of my transition into womanhood.
As the day passed I replied to emails, made some phone calls, and practiced my speech for later that evening. I lounged around the house wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants and a pink camisole. Underneath I had a pair of cute yellow panties and a standard white bra. I didn’t put in any breast forms yet, but I would need to. I hadn’t yet had my breast augmentation surgery but I had a consultation scheduled for the following week. Even without the breasts, I was still looking sexy. Yoga pants always got me excited. Every time I passed a reflective surface I wouldn’t allow myself to look. I resisted the urge to play with myself on this particular day; there was too much that had to be done! When the sun finally started to fall low into the sky, I thought it time to finally get dressed.
When I got to the bedroom I stripped down completely naked. I had already shaved my entire body earlier in the day. I ran my hands down the length of my curves and enjoyed the smoothness. Tina had taught me to exfoliate and moisturize every day. As a result, my skin was super soft and healthy. With this in mind, I went to the dresser and grabbed a tube of lotion. I propped one leg up onto the bed and spread the lotion on myself, starting at the ankle and working my way up to my thigh. Then I repeated with the other leg. This gave my skin a beautiful sheen and also a delicate floral scent. I was already in heaven.
Next I grabbed a pair of sheer, nude-colored stockings. They were hold-ups, so there was no need for a garter belt tonight. I sat on the bed and used my thumbs and fingers to roll the first stocking into a silky donut. I put my foot inside and slowly pulled it up my leg, unraveling the delicate material as I went. The feeling of the nylon on my freshly shaved and moisturized legs was heavenly. I repeated the process for the other leg.
Once my stockings were on, I grabbed a lacy red thong from my drawer. It came with a matching red bra. I Held the thong out in front of my face and let the material touch my lips. I even took a small sniff, laughing at myself. There was nothing quite like a pair of skimpy red panties. I stepped into them and slowly slid them up my legs. The interaction of the lace and the nylon sent shivers down my spine. I drew them all the way up and adjusted my cock back, creating a smooth mound in the fro
nt. I playfully snapped the waistband on my hips, which made my cock jump a little bit in its panty cell.
Next came breasts. I grabbed my breast forms and then applied the special adhesive to them. I attached them to my flat chest and adjusted them so they were perfectly positioned. The added weight on my chest was oddly sensual. Then I grabbed the red bra and wrapped it around myself. It clasped in the front, so I adjusted my boobs and fastened the clasp. The weight on my chest now felt supported and the load was distributed to my shoulders.
I took a moment to glance in the mirror. That ended up being a mistake. Before me was a sexy lady dressed in a racy little lingerie set. The red bra and panties, with their floral lace, contrasted perfectly with my milky white skin. The nude-colored nylons screamed sexyness, especially the lacy tops. It was a bit too much for me and my hard cock was now standing at full attention. I should just let myself enjoy it, I reasoned. But I carried on.
For my shoes, I had picked out a pair of red, strappy high-heeled sandals. They had an ankle strap with a gold buckle, and they were about four inches in height. I slid my nylon-clad foot into the first one. The motion made a unique high-pitched hollow scraping sound as my stockings slid against the shoe. (Anyone that has slipped into a pair of high heels knows the sound i’m referring to!) The sheer nude stockings allowed for my red painted toenails to be visible at the front of the shoe. I put on the other shoe and stood up. I took another look in the mirror and admired my bottom half. The heels transformed my posture into that of a sexy woman. My leg muscles seemed to morph into a more-feminine shape and my ass was given a noticeable boost. Now I was standing there in only my bra, panties, stockings and heels. It was time for the dress!
I grabbed the garment bag from my closet and slowly unzipped it. Inside was a ravishing red dress with a lace top and silky flared waist. The hemline sat four inches above the knee, which would make my long, nylon-clad legs the feature attraction. I was certain that I was going to turn some heads tonight. I gently removed the dress from the bag, straightened it out, and held it in front of me. I stepped into it and felt the material rub against my body. I pulled it up and put my arms into the quarter-length sleeves. The tops of my thin arms were now encased in delicate lace. When everything was in place, I reached behind me and slowly pulled up the zipper. The dress formed to my midsection perfectly, and the feeling of the lace on my arms and upper body combined with the silky flared waist rubbing against my thighs and stocking tops was driving me wild. After some minor boob adjustment, I was satisfied.
Another mirror check confirmed that I looked just as sexy as I felt. My long blonde hair cascaded down onto my lace-clad shoulders. The dress formed to my womanly shape on the top and flared out at my waist. The dress transitioned perfectly to a pair of smooth, shapely legs clad in nylon and a pair of killer red heels. I smiled at myself, played with my hair and kicked back a heeled foot, putting on a little show for myself. The entire ensemble was perfect and I could feel that my cock approved too. Fortunately the flared portion of the dress hid my manhood quite nicely.
Sitting down at the vanity, I next had to tackle my hair and makeup. I managed to tease my hair into something temporarily presentable. Tina had planned to work on it a bit when I arrived at the venue. As for the makeup, this was my big test. As a gift, Tina had purchased a kit from Bare Minerals for me. I had been watching YouTube videos for guidance and tips. Using the methods I had seen, I started with foundation. I applied some that had a radiant tint. It perfectly matched my skin tone. Then came some concealer and a bit of powder and bronzer. Using the internet advice, I tried to do some contouring on my face. I was pleased with the result. I would intermittently rub my fingers across my stocking tops to punctuate the sensory experience of my feminization.
Next, I moved to my eyes, starting with a bit of eyeshadow. I used a dark eyeliner for a classy radiant look and used a volume-building mascara to make my lashes really stand out. Last, were my lips. I used a shade of vibrant red lipstick that matched my dress, and I applied some coral gloss to bring out the color and give it a bit of sheen. I puckered my lips, spreading out the gloss and I took a moment to enjoy the unique smell of the makeup. This reminded me to put on some perfume. I spritzed some with a delicate floral aroma. I strategically applied it to my wrists and neck. With this, my transformation was complete.
I stood up and walked back to the full-length mirror. I had succeeded. The woman standing in front of me was beautiful and confident. A deep feeling of satisfaction overcame me as I considered the implications of my new identity. A few weeks prior I would have grabbed a quick shower, put on a suit and ran out the door. The most complicated thing for a man is picking out a tie, and most men even assign that to their female partners! The feminine ritual of ‘getting ready’ provided me with a meditative sense of mental focus and intention. I looked forward to a lifetime of this purposeful routine. I made a kissy face to myself, and once again had to resist the urge to play with my cock.
Walking across the floor, I could feel my stockings stretching and pulling. I could feel my silky dress rubbing against my legs and I could hear the satisfying clicks of my high heels on the hardwood floors. I made one last stop to my closet to grab a red handbag, that also matched my dress. In it, I put some makeup, my cell phone, and a copy of my speech. I started to zip the bag closed, but then I stopped, grabbed a few condoms, and placed them inside as well. A woman could never be overly prepared, I thought to myself.
The event itself went exceedingly well. The botanical gardens were absolutely beautiful and Tina’s crew did an excellent job in both decorating and keeping things running smoothly. The food was delicious, the entertainment was wonderful and my speech went off without a hitch. I was impressed to see how many of Riverside’s social elite had decided to attend. I obviously won them over because people were making financial contributions to the campaign at an exceedingly rapid pace. We had shattered all of our goals, which gave our entire team a sense of deep accomplishment. I made it a point to single out Tina, specifically, in my speech. She played the leading role in the success of our mayoral campaign. What the audience didn’t know was that she was the one that compelled me to make my life-changing decision to become a woman. For this, I will always be thankful.
When all of the scheduled events and formalities were complete, I was finally able to relax, grab a drink, and mingle with the crowd. Wherever I went, there was a swarm of people that wanted to interact with me. I relished in the attention and skillfully schmoozed my way into their collective good-graces. As the champagne took a hold on people, I noticed myself answering many personal questions about my transition and my sexuality generally. They seemed eager to learn more about the process and I tried to respond as honestly as I could. I also received multitudes of compliments on my appearance. I noticed more than one man devouring my tits and ass with his gaze. Even a few females seemed to be a bit too focused on my stockinged legs and my juicy butt. I loved all of the attention and I felt sexy as hell.
I noticed that Tina had been conversing with a woman near the stage for some time. It was unusual for her to linger, as she would typically join me in ‘working the room’ for this type of scenario. I grabbed two more champagne flutes from a passing waiter and approached the pair.
The woman was a real stunner. She was a tall brunette with a curvaceous body. The woman was wearing a blue, knee-length dress that clung tightly to her hips and showed off an impressive amount of cleavage. Her black nylon stockings and classic black leather high heels were the icing on the cake. Tina had a devious smile and a twinkle in her eye as I approached.
“There’s the lady of the hour,” Tina said. I handed them each a glass of champagne. “Abigail, this is Rose Fisher, of Fisher Enterprises.” My eyebrows raised at this. The Fisher company was well-known in our region. They owned and operated hundreds of storage rental locations near Riverside.
“Pleased to meet you, Rose,” I said, “Thank you so much for coming tonight. Are you having
a good time?”
“Absolutely,” she replied, raising her glass. Tina raised her glass in turn and they each downed their drinks. I couldn’t keep myself from glancing at her beautiful tits when she tilted her head back to finish her drink. “Your girl Tina here throws one hell of a party,” Rose said, “As a matter of fact, the two of us were just talking about getting out of here. We could keep the party going back at my place.” I looked Tina. She grinned and nodded. You didn’t need a degree in psychology to figure out their motive. I knew exactly what they had in mind. My cock stiffened and began to poke out of my red thong panties. Fortunately the folds of the dress kept things under wraps, but Tina saw me squirm and she glanced down at the front of my dress.
“Yeah that sounds great,” I replied, beaming at the prospect of taking home these two beautiful women, “I just need to make my rounds one more time and we can head out.”
“Okay great,” Rose said. Then she stepped toward me, put her hand on my hip, and softly whispered in my ear, “Don’t be too long. Tina and I will be be out in my limo waiting for you.”
I quickly made my last rounds, grabbed my bag and headed outside. The cool, dry air of the night came as a surprise when exiting the warm, humid greenhouse. A slight cool breeze blew up my dress; It felt like electricity running down my legs. Even the sensation of a breeze was more enjoyable as a woman. I walked down the main sidewalk and approached the stretch limo that was parked near the side of the building. I enjoyed the sensation my nylons made as they encased my legs. The clicking sound of my heels echoed on the side of the glass building. Perhaps prompted by the sound of my shoes, the driver got out, tipped his hat, and opened up the back door for me.