Sadie has an emotional and physical reconnection with Sarah

I decide to take the bus home instead of an Uber, just to give me more time to think about lunch with Marley. It feels so wrong to know that he’s attracted to me. It’s one thing to have a bunch of horny guys watch me online when I’m being a flirt and showing off my body to them. They’re just lusting after the babe on the screen. But Marley sees me in person. He talks to me. He touches me. And more than that, he knows I’m not a woman. Or rather, he knows I wasn’t always this feminine. He knows I have something between my legs. And yet he still finds me attractive?

I can’t get my thoughts out of that circular problematic logic. When I get home, I see that Sarah has dinner on the stove top and better yet, has the chess board set up on the dining room table. Three weeks ago we binge watched The Queen's Gambit on Netflix and both thought it would be fun to learn chess. I’d played it as a boy and initially wiped the floor with Sarah, but she was a fast learner, and we were about equal now. We didn’t play often, so it was fun to get any chance.

I help finish dinner and set the table. Once it’s ready, we sit across from each other and start eating and playing chess. Wanting to take full advantage of our time together, I start just chatting with Sarah. “Hey, I know I’ve been hinting at it, but I want it to be official. I’m making enough steadily now that I want to start covering rent and some other bills. If my audience continues to grow, I should start paying off the bigger debts soon too.”

Sarah takes my pawn but ends up sacrificing her bishop. “That’s good to hear Sadie. Do you have plans to increase your audience, or are you letting it grow organically?”

As I set her bishop on my side of the board I smirk and reply “Well, I’ve noticed that sex sells. I mean, I knew that before we started, but as I get more comfortable being seen like this, I’ve seen it directly affect my tips during any particular stream. Just this week I made sure to dress in a top that was quite a bit tighter on my serious gaming night. That audience normally focuses on my gaming, especially with Alan Wake-Up 2, but while I didn’t change anything else, they paid more that night. And Friday nights Date Nights are knocking it out of the park. I think I’m going to focus on that a little more. Lean into it and play up the sexiness. I mean, I have to get new clothes anyway.”

I see Sarah glance at my chest and nod. We’d avoided talking about it, but it made sense to open up about it and get her opinion. “Look, you bought most of my bras and tops thinking I’d be a B cup. When Dr. Lacy did the fat grafting, I ended up with a C cup and she said I might grow a bit more with the hormones. We got most of my clothes replaced for that size. But I’ve grown more than ‘a little bit’ up here. Half of my bras don’t fit at all. And the other half aren’t comfortable and I’m spilling out over the top of the cups. Don’t get me wrong, it looks sexy when the cleavage is peeking out, but… I think I’m big enough to go up another cup size. Do you think she meant that I might end up as a D cup?”

Sarah leans back in her chair, her eyes glued to my breasts. In a clinical voice she says “You know, it’s not just your breasts. Your butt and hips have grown too.”

I feel my mouth go dry. She’s right as I hadn’t noticed if my butt and hips had grown, but it tracked with the other thing I noticed. “Shit. I didn’t know that, but…” holding up my arm I stroke the bicep area “…my muscles have gotten smaller too. At first, I thought it was just the way Marley and I were working out, but both my arms and my legs are smoother now. Marley doesn’t have me doing any strength training, but I’ve played around with the weights and noticed I can lift less now than when we started. And…” I close my eyes, pushing through this embarrassing part “…my testicles. They’re smaller. Sarah, are the hormones working right?”

Sarah stands up, moves her chair next to mine, and hugs me. “I don’t know Sadie. I’ve been worried about it but didn’t know how to talk to you about it. Your face is smoother, more feminine. Your skin is even smoother than when your electrolysis was done. What about the other effects they said to look out for? Your emotions?”

I lean into Sarah’s hug. “Yeah, they’re getting out of control. I kind of thought they meant it would be all the time, but it’s not like that. It’s more like my tolerance at higher levels of emotion is gone. I know you’re trying to get and keep me aroused, and this isn’t a complaint against that… but it’s really working. I get turned on by the littlest things and it just takes over. It helps when I’m all hot and bothered online, but it keeps me up a long time after we… well, you know… or after my devotionals.”

Sarah tries to say something, but I push on, feeling my eyes grow wet almost as a physical example of what I’m talking about. “Everything is like that. When I get angry, I get really really angry. When I get sad, I get really depressed. Even when I get happy, I end up almost manic. It’s like there aren’t any brakes on my emotions any longer. And that’s what they said to look out for… being more emotional.”

Sarah hugs me closer and confirms the fear that I’d been avoiding. “The emotions shouldn’t be that bad. A little out of control, but not the roller coaster you’re talking about. You have all the effects we wanted, but you also have expanded breast growth, and fat redistribution. It sounds like you’re taking too much, and Dr. Lacey said explicitly that that was a bad idea with the fat grafting. At least with being able to reverse it. Sadie, I think we should change your dose. Maybe cut them in half?”

I shake my head. “No. I agree that it sounds like I’m taking too much and that it’s bad… but we don’t know that for sure. And we don’t know what suddenly changing these would do. Would we have to reduce all of them? All of them by the same amount? Do we cut the one pill in half or just take it once a day. And the other pill, do we cut it in half or take it every other day? Just taking the hormones had all kinds of risks to my heart, so we can’t mess around with the doses without the doctor involved.”

Sarah continues to hold me close and rubs my back comfortingly, “Okay. We’ll set up an appointment with Dr. Stevenson as soon as possible.”

Sarah turns my face up to hers and gives me a kiss. A simple, friendly, ‘feel better’ kiss on the lips. But when she pulls away, I can see something in her eyes. When she returns for a second kiss, it’s warmer. More intimate. When she pulls away again, it’s clear what’s in her eyes. She’s getting turned on. In one fluid motion she stands, lifts her leg over my lap, straddles me, and sits down on my thighs facing me. Wrapping her arms around me she comes in for a far more intimate kiss.

I feel my own temperature rising, pushing away the sad confused thoughts about the hormones. I bring my hands up to rub up and down Sarah’s back as we twist our heads so that our lips can lock more closely, so that our tongues can dive into each other’s mouths. I let out a quiet sexy gasp as Sarah presses closer, our breasts rubbing against one another. When my hands slide down to cup Sarah’s ass she mewls into my mouth and bites gently at my lower lip.

When she finally pulls away from our kiss, she stands up leaving me panting. Taking my hand in hers she pulls me up as well saying only “Bedroom. Now” before practically dragging me across the house toward her bedroom. When we step inside and she slams the door closed, we’re on each other, pulling off pieces of clothing as soon as we get the chance. Our shirts end up flying across the room while our bras fall to the floor. I unzip Sarah’s skirt and let it pool around her feet before she circles around and kneels behind me. When she unzips my shorts from behind and pulls them down, she buries her face in between my cheeks and starts kissing me and licking at my pucker.

I can’t stop the little high-pitched squeals from spilling out of my mouth even as I feel myself swell against the chastity cage. After several long moments where I’m simply flesh for Sarah to kiss and lick at, she turns me to face her and places a kiss right on my cage, making me throb uncomfortably. When she stands up, she pushes down on my shoulders and I’m soon on my knees, looking right into her wet black lace panties. I don’t even bother pulling them down or to the side and instead start licking at her moist pussy through them. My hands come up to cup her ass and draw my fingernails up and down the backs of her thighs while I revel in her taste through her thong.

Sarah lets me worship at her for several luxurious moments before she pulls me up and guides me to the bed. While holding me close she reaches down to cup my ass and whispers sultrily in my ear “Do you want me to play down here? See if I can get you to cum with one of my toys?”

I groan and bite my lip. She’s been pushing at this and each time it gets harder to deny. With a shake of my head and every intention of not changing the status quo… of just letting her use the butt plug on me… I say “Please, please use your toy on me. Make me cum!”

Sarah wastes no time. She drops to her knees and fishes something out from under her bed. I’m left trembling just standing there as I see her pull out a triangular pillow. When she sets it on her bedspread, she guides me to lie on my back on top of it. It feels strange as my ass is lifted into the air with my feet spread wide. At the same time my shoulders and head are laying on the bed, simply looking up at the ceiling. When I feel Sarah join me on the bed, I’m a bit startled as I expected her to end up between my legs, maybe even with a strap on dildo wrapped around her. Instead, she’s positioning herself like she has so many times, facing down my body as she lowers her glorious ass on to my face.

As her pussy covers my mouth and she lays forward, I get what the pillow is for. Sarah starts to lazily grind onto my face while she sixty-nines me. I feel two things at the same time. Her lips on my swollen sensitive scrotum and her lubricated finger tickling at my rear. She doesn’t rush, but she doesn’t dally either. While I focus on using my tongue and mouth and nose to please her, she tickles and teases at my back door, lubricating me until she can slide her finger in easily. And then two fingers. And then three.

I start to buck under her attention. I bring my hands blindly up to Sarah’s back to simply pet and caress her, but she shows me her dominance again by stopping her teasing of my back door so that she can push my arms down to my sides and then cover them with her legs. Once again, I’m completely at her command, with only my tongue and mouth under my control. As she slides and positions herself, directing my attention from her clit to her pussy to her ass, she returns to playing with my pucker. But this time it’s not with her finger. It’s with a toy.

I’ve grown accustomed to the princess plug Sarah gave me so long ago. Its cool metallic feel with its weighty wide bulb, its thin stem, and its heart shaped base. But this isn’t that. This is plastic and has some give to it as opposed to the plug’s chrome immovability. As she leans back, completely covering my lips with her tasty folds, cutting off my air, she starts to push the new toy into me. I can barely grunt before it’s inside of me.

I try to keep my tongue moving inside of Sarah’s tasty pussy, but I’m blown away by the sensations from below. The toy is certainly plastic or silicone or rubber as it feels quite bendable. It’s thinner than the princess plug’s widest part so it slides in fairly easily, but where the plug only got in a couple inches deep, this keeps moving deeper. And then it happens. I’d felt the plug push around inside of me before, making what I assume was my prostate to move and react, but this toy rubs right on that magical button inside of me. I can’t stop my hips from bucking which makes me “oof” loudly under Sarah’s pussy when my hips land and the toy again slams into my prostate. I can’t hear Sarah specifically, but the way her thighs move around my face, I’m fairly sure she’s laughing.

And I couldn’t care less. Since that last punishment orgasm where I had to frig myself with the plug for an hour and a half, this is the first truly powerful sexual feeling I’ve had. It’s not nearly as strong as if I had my hand on my own penis, but after weeks of nothing, this feels like God coming down to touch me. I feel Sarah adjust her weight on me, her breasts pressing into my belly, as I start wiggling and shaking underneath her. As if she’s riding a bronco bull in a cowboy bar, she grips her thighs around my face, hooks one of my legs with her arm, kisses my locked and caged penis, and starts rubbing the toy in and out of my bottom.