Once back home it became a matter of adjusting to our new life. Our "home" life was easy. What had been a couple when we left for the resort was now a full on triple, with Susan as the dominant partner. That was the easy part because I think all three of us had feelings for the other two. It just worked.
It was adjusting to life outside the home that was more difficult. I didn't want to go back to being just John again. I loved the feminine life I had found on the beach with Diego. That was me now, a confident bisexual woman with a cock. But going back to my old life and my old job would raise too many issues. Everyone there would treat me like I was still John, just wearing a dress.
So I gave my two weeks notice and struggled through a couple of weeks living my daytime life as John. Mike was upset about my departure, but all I could think about was that big black cock between his legs and how it would taste between my lips. He gave me a hug on my last day and I could feel the limp bulge in his pants pressed against my leg.
When I got home that night I took off my "John" outfit and I became "Johnna." While I was at work, the girls had moved my entire male wardrobe into a closet in the basement and replaced it with a new female collection they had bought for me. They bought me a pink cake with my new name on it and the three of us had my private coming out party in the kitchen. I attended in a cute little sundress.
Afterwards we made our thruple status official for the first time.
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