First Time Femme

by D. L. Savage

  To my relief, she didn’t seem to mind that I remained in underwear; both of us wanting to maintain the illusion that I was a real girl.

  I stood, shivering, watching on as she strode over to a nearby dresser, pulling open the top drawer and taking something out of it, something that looked kind of like a … belt? At first I felt confused, my brow furrowing as she stepped into what seemed to be some kind of harness, the thick leather bands slipping first around her waist then between her pale toned buttocks like a thong. But as she turned round and I set eyes on the glistening black dildo that protruded from her crotch, I finally understood.

  It swayed menacingly between her legs as she walked toward me, backing me up and onto the bed. And as we toppled onto the rumpled navy blue sheets, Ellie quickly took control, climbing over me so that her knees were placed either side of my shoulders and she was offering that huge black dildo out towards my face.

  Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d taken the hard glistening head of it between my parted lips, my jaw straining as wide as it would go as I crammed as much of her hard black cock into my mouth as I could.

  Spurred on, Ellie took hold of my head and began to thrust her hips, sliding her shaft in and out of my mouth until saliva spilled from my lips and slutty moans gurgled up from the back of my throat. And even though her cock was only made of rubber, somehow it seemed like this was turning her on even more than me, as she let out her own low moans of pleasure.

  As Ellie fucked my mouth in a slow steady rhythm, she reached behind herself and began to tease my aching cock through the flimsy black lace of my thong, working the swollen head in fast rhythmic circles like a clit until I could feel the first flutters of an orgasm gathering like thunder inside me.

  But just at the very moment I felt my muscles begin to tense, she pulled her hand away, sliding the dildo from my mouth, leaving me gasping for air as she climbed off me again before snatching a bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirting a generous dollop into her palm, then reaching down and jacking her thick hard rod, smearing its glistening black length with lube.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered, catching my eye, my face no doubt betraying the fact that I’d never done anything like this before, “this will feel awesome, I promise.”

  I nodded nervously, my body shivering with anticipation, just hoping to god she was right, frozen on the sheets as she shifted position, placing herself between my spread legs and tugging my thong to one side, before reaching out and teasing the remainder of the lube between my butt cheeks, her fingertips brushing confidently against my tingling hole.

  I let out a soft groan of pleasure, both from the sensation of her fingers but also simply from how small and girly I felt beneath her, my sighs getting louder as Ellie began to ease the head of the cock between my cheeks now, shifting her weight forward until I could feel it slowly slipping inside me.

  I groaned loudly as I felt my ass spreading wide, that thick cool hardness sliding deep inside me. It felt so fucking strange – a sharp mixture of both pleasure and pain all at once – like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

  But as Ellie softly rocked her hips, the pain soon gave way to pleasure, the delicious sensations overwhelming me. She took hold of my skinny wrists, pinning them behind my head with surprising force as she stole hungry kisses from my open mouth, all the while rocking her hips in a slow fluid motion, each thrust causing that hard black cock to slip a little deeper inside me.

  By now both of us were moaning, our hot breath mingling, our eyes locked. Occasionally as she fucked me, she’d offer up her hard nipples to my face and I’d suck on them eagerly, swirling my tongue around her puckered nubs.

  And as my ass began to yield for her she quickly picked up the pace, the pleasure building dangerously inside me as she began to pound my tender butthole harder and harder, faster and faster, until she was fucking me so fast and rough I almost couldn't take it.

  To my surprise, my whole body began to quake with most intense pleasure I'd ever known, my muscles taut, my mind flashing white, the moans and groans spilling from my lips almost like they were coming from someone else as Ellie began to hit a sweet spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed.

  And even though neither of us had touched my cock since she’d begun to fuck me, all of a sudden I felt the unmistakable rush of an orgasm.

  What the fuck? I thought, my eyes widening. Could I actually come just from having my ass fucked?

  But sure enough, as she drove her big thick cock right to the hilt in my ass I felt myself toppling over the edge, a broken girly moan spilling from my lips, my back arching, my muscles tensing, both of us stared down between my spread thighs just in time to see my cock spurt out a huge creamy white load through the flimsy black lace of my panties.

  As Ellie eased the cock from my ass, I flopped onto the sheets, my body still quivering and my skin slicked with a thin sheen of sweat. For a moment I wondered if she was satisfied, too – after all, the attention had all been on me. But as she lay down next to me, turning her pretty flushed face toward me, I saw her contented smile, and I knew for sure that she’d enjoyed this just as much as I had.

  “That was amazing,” I whispered, my voice trembling a little.

  “You’re telling me,” she grinned back. “So,” she added, raising an eyebrow, “is this going in your article?”

  “I don’t know,” I giggled, batting my eyelashes at her. “But maybe we should fool around a little more,” I added, leaning in to kiss her again. “For research purposes, of course ...”

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  1

  “You’ve got mail,” my roommate Gary deadpanned, dropping an envelope down on the table in front of me.

  “Thanks, bro,” I replied, trying not to act too interested in the official-looking white envelope, at least until he left me alone in peace to open it.

  But Gary wasn’t exactly what you’d call tactful and he didn’t pick up on my hint for privacy, instead just hanging around expectantly in the kitchen doorway, dressed in his customary ratty orange dressing gown, before eventually murmuring, “So aren’t you gonna open it?”

  “Alright, alright,” I sighed, setting my spoon down in my half-finished bowl of cornflakes then picking up the envelope and tearing it open to remove the single sheet of white paper within.

  And the moment I saw the logo at the top: BioChem, I felt my stomach flash with excitement. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who recognized that distinctive purple-pink logo, either.

  “Holy shit, dude!” Gary exclaimed, obviously reading the letter over my shoulder. “You got accepted on a medical trial with BioChem? That’s insane!”

  “Looks like it,” I replied, my excitement tempered somewhat by a pang of guilt. After all, the whole reason I’d started applying for these medical trials in the first place was because of Gary.

  Ever since I’d known him, he’d been looking for a way out of the regular nine-to-five grind, always talking about how sweet it would be to get accepted onto some well-paid medical trial, sending off applications left right and center but never actually getting accepted onto anything (probably because unlike me he lived a pretty unhealthy lifestyle, and they usually seemed to want non-smokers in good physical fitness).

  Yet here I was, getting invited in after only my second or third application!

  But to my relief, Gary didn’t actually seem too pissed, instead just clapping me on the back and saying, “Way to go, dude. BioChem trials are like gold dust. From what I’ve heard, they’ll pay you a small fortune just to lay around playing Xbox games all day and jacking off.”

  “I shouldn’t get my hopes up just yet,” I countered, tapping the letter. “Looks like I haven’t actually been accepted onto the trial just yet. They’re only asking me back for a follow up medical ...”

  “Ah, those things are just a formality, dude,” he assured me in a knowing tone. “You’re totally in.”

  Again I felt myself getting excited.
I knew that Gary often had a tendency to exaggerate, but even if half of what he said was true then this was going to be way better than my crummy Deliveroo gig, just so long as I really could pass that second medical exam with flying colors.

  But I reminded myself that I was in the best shape of my life: I didn’t smoke or drink, I worked out four times a week, and I wasn’t taking any kind of medication.

  As Gary wandered out of the kitchen, I scanned back over the letter, which seemed to be inviting me into the lab the following Monday morning at 9am for a full medical exam. I just had to call the number provided to confirm my attendance.

  So I snatched up my cell phone and punched in the number, and after only a couple of rings my call was answered by a soft feminine voice: “Hello, Kate Gardener, BioChem?”

  “Oh hey,” I replied, unable to stop myself from picturing a total hottie on the other end of the call, “it’s Jacob Phillips here. I just received a letter inviting me in for a second medical for a possible drug trial?”

  “Ah, Jacob!” Kate replied excitedly. “Thank you so much for calling. Out of all the applicants that came in for the preliminary exam, you really stood out. Your blood type, testosterone levels, body mass were all exactly what we’re looking for. So I’d like you to come back into the lab on Monday morning, and as long as you pass the follow up, we’d actually like you to start the trial straight away if that was possible? It would last for five days total and we would be rewarding you for your time at a rate of three thousand dollars per day. How does that sound?”

  Fifteen grand? I thought, unable to believe what I was hearing.

  “That sounds ... pretty great,” I croaked, my head spinning.

  “Fantastic,” Kate laughed. “Oh and make sure to bring some comfortable clothes for your stay – everything else will be taken care of. Any final questions?”

  “I don’t think so,” I murmured, my mind still swarming from the insane money I stood to make.

  ““In that case, I’ll see you back at the lab bright and early on Monday,” Kate said.

  It was only after she’d hung up the call that I realized I hadn’t even asked what this trial was for ...

  2

  As I took an Uber across town that Monday morning, I felt a mixture of nerves and pure excitement. Sure, I knew that these medical trials could sometimes be painful and uncomfortable – I’d heard all kinds of horror stories – but at the same time, the main thing I was thinking about was the money.

  It felt like I’d been grinding away at the very bottom rung of life for so long, and the idea of fifteen grand was just incredible. It was enough money that I could maybe even afford to do some kind of part time course or qualification and finally get my life on track.

  “Here we are,” the driver said just then, breaking me out of my daydream as we pulled up in the parking lot next to the sprawling BioChem facilities. It looked from the outside like some huge, plush college campus – green lawns and various brown brick buildings of all shapes and sizes.

  But I also knew from my preliminary medical exam that once you got through the doors it was less like a college and more like Fort Knox.

  I climbed out of the cab, grabbing my hold-all from the trunk, which was packed full of all the comfortable track pants and sweaters I owned, then made my way across to the main entrance, where a set of mechanical double doors swished open as I reached them. I stepped inside the small bare lobby and the reception window, where a smartly dressed older woman with a pinched suspicious expression sat on the other side of the reinforced glass.

  “Can I help you, sir?” she said through the speaker system.

  “Hi, my name’s Jacob Phillips,” I explained, “and I’m here to meet Kate Graham? It’s about a medical trial ...”

  “ID please,” she shot back in the same gruff tone as before.

  I set down my hold-all then fished my battered old wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans and pressed my expired student ID card against the glass.

  The woman leant in, assessing it as sternly as if she were working at border patrol, before nodding curtly then leaning back in her chair to make a telephone call, while I put my wallet away and slung my bag once more over my shoulder and waited.

  After a couple of minutes a set of interior doors whooshed open and in strode a pretty young brunette dressed in a simple white lab coat and black slacks. I guessed she must be Kate – she was in her mid twenties, maybe a couple years older than myself and as my eyes met hers and I took in her cute oval face, her big brown eyes, and what looked like a toned slim physique, I felt a subtle buzz of attraction.

  “You must be Jacob,” she said, exuding a friendly warmth that immediately set me at ease. “I’m Kate, we spoke on the phone.”

  “Hey,” I smiled back, realizing that under different circumstances – like if we were in a club or whatever – she’d be exactly the kind of girl I’d hit on.

  “If you’d like to follow me,” she said, “I’ll take you right down to the examination room.”

  As I made to follow her, her smart shoes made a soft clicking on the hard polished floors as we passed along what seemed to be an endless series of laboratory rooms.

  Back when I’d come for my initial assessment, it had been conducted by some bored older dude and had taken place in a large hall full of other candidates, all of us being processed like cattle as we’d gone through the various stages of assessment: height, weight, a quick blood test, a questionnaire, etc.

  But this felt different somehow. I realized that unlike my last foray into the world of BioChem, this time around Kate was leading me deep into the very bowels of the building, and I caught glimpses through door windows of scientists in lab coats working on god-knows-what. Every now and again we’d have to stop as Kate repeatedly punched in her key code at various sets of doors before we could continue.

  “The security here is pretty insane,” she explained with a grin, just as we came to a stop outside a plain blue door with a small sign attached that read: Examination Room 3. She tapped in another code then pushed open the door, revealing a sparsely furnished medical room within.

  “Don’t worry,” Kate reassured me, “the facilities might look pretty basic, but I can promise that once you get through the exam, the suite you’ll actually be staying in for your trial is pretty damn swish. So, Jacob, are you ready to get started?”

  I nodded, eager now to just get on with the trial, watching as Kate closed the door, then turned to face me with a smile.

  “Awesome,” she said cheerily. “In that case, please take off your clothes ...”

  3

  I felt my eyebrows furrowing and my stomach clenching, as I wondered if I’d heard her correctly. Had she really just asked me to take off my clothes?

  “I’m afraid the follow up exam does get a little intimate,” she explained sheepishly.

  I swallowed with a noisy gulp, trying to shrug off my nerves, reminding myself of the money, not to mention the fact that this wasn’t even a sexual situation; the reason for my nakedness was probably just so that Kate could get a more accurate measurement of my weight or whatever else she needed to find out during the exam. And if I didn’t find her so hot, if it had been a dude conducting this medical, I wouldn’t have given stripping off a second thought.

  So with all that in mind, I began to get undressed, tugging off my jacket, sweater and t-shirt, feeling a small pang of embarrassment as I open my pants, casting a quick glance at Kate before pushing them along with my boxer shorts down around my ankles and stepping out of them, a little frustrated at how small and shrunken my flaccid cock looked under the circumstances.

  “Thank you, Jacob,” Kate said in a reassuring tone, noting the split second that Kate’s big brown eyes flicked between my legs, before she added, “Now why don’t you come hop on the scales? I just need to verify your height and weight ...”

  So I climbed onto the scale, standing as straight backed as I could while she took the various readings of my
height and weight. She also took my pulse and a blood sample, swabbed the inside of my mouth, and wrapped a tape measure around various parts of my body – my biceps, torso, waist, thighs and calves – entering the data she’d collected into a nearby computer terminal.

  “I’m glad to say that we’re almost done and everything seems in order,” she announced. “There’s just one final measurement and sample to take ...”

  I noticed that she was putting on a pair of blue latex gloves as she spoke.

  “As I said,” she murmured, her pretty features flashing with what looked like a glimmer of embarrassment, “the examination is rather intimate. Because I’ll have to take a genital measurement and semen sample, too ...”

  I felt my stomach flip over on itself all over again.

  “What kind of study is this?” I blurted out, finally asking the question that had been gnawing at me for some time.

  “It’s for a type of hormone modifier that we’ve been developing,” she shot back, “which means that you will most likely undergo a few subtle changes to your body ...”

  My eyes widened and my mouth fell open.

  “But don’t worry,” she added quickly. “At the end of the trial we’ll ensure that the process is fully reversed, meaning any alterations you may experience should be corrected ...”

  She paused, as if thinking about how to word whatever she was about to say next.

  “The risks were all set out in the fine print of your application, Jacob,” she added sternly, causing me to curse myself for not reading it over more closely when I’d filled in the online form that night in my room, “but I can understand that it must seem a lot more daunting now that you’re actually here. And if you decide not to go ahead with the trial, I’ll understand. There were a couple of other potential candidates that we could bring in instead ...”