Bianca's Plan

Bianca's sister couldn't come over until the the next day, but that was fine with them. They were too busy masturbating. They only had the one picture, but it was more than enough. Every time they looked at it, every time they thought of it, they were awash in an overwhelming feeling of lust. Never before had they felt this way. Never before had they wanted something so bad.

Not for a relationship. Ick. No. Bianca had no interest in becoming this guys girlfriend. What they wanted was his cock. Bianca wanted this man to stick his cock in any of their holes. Their mouth watered thinking of what it must taste like. Their pussy hadn't dried out ever since they first received the text. And their asshole... they had a hard time understanding the yearning their asshole felt. Anal sex was never something that had been on the table for someone like them, a young person who had never felt like a woman, but wasn't sure if they wanted to transition or not.

Would that be weird for him? Probably. Bianca only had to close their eyes to see the look on the man's face as he stared at Jessica, how enamored he was with her. Yes, Bianca was sure that he wouldn't be into them. He had a type.

Big tits. Big lips. Long legs. Sexy. Bianca got it. It was their type too. In a different world, this guy and Bianca could have been buddies, comparing stories of the women they lusted over.

Not anymore. Now all Bianca wanted was his cock. Who cares about big tits and legs? Bianca wanted the prize.

Bianca's sister, Sofia, was his type. She would know exactly what Bianca would need to do to get his dick action. Sofia had never understood Bianca's lifestyle. "Why can't you just be a girl," she would complain when they were teenagers, "It's not so bad, you know."

Bianca knew. If only they could be so simple, but some things in life aren't that simple. What Bianca felt about herself was the least simple thing in the world. Even they didn't understand who they were sometimes.

"Don't rush things," an older trans woman had told Bianca one day at a club, "you're young. Take your time to get to know yourself. You're good enough just like you are. And later, when you know, make all the changes you want!"

It was good advice that they had taken to heart. Bianca had been taking their time to explore their feelings. But right now feelings weren't going to land them a good dicking.

What Bianca needed was a costume. They had been to plenty of drag shows and seen how grown men would become sexy women. That's what Bianca needed. A slut disguise. Then he wouldn't be able to resist them. Then he would shove his big cock deep inside...

Bianca fell backward onto the bed, racked with another orgasm, fingers deep inside their wet pussy. They shook. They sweated. They made a mewling noise that they had never made before.

That was number five. And Bianca knew that number six would come soon. They were sure that they would keep this up until they went to sleep that night. There were a few minutes of lucidity between sessions though, and Bianca knew exactly what to do.

First, they texted their sister that there was no need to come by. They had it sorted.

Then a new text to Summer Wilde, a drag queen they had met two weeks prior.

$300.00 if you give me a drag make-over. Teach me the tricks. Free tomorrow?

Their phone sat silent. They held their breath. Then...

1 pm - my place - 722 Appletree Cres

"Yes!" they screamed, then laid back and started on number six, visions of the texted photo dancing in Bianca's head.