Trish wants you, in every way possible

Not that you were in any condition to notice, but that day anybody walking around the women's residence at Harton college would have seen something unusual. Trish carried you up the stairs to your room, french kissing you the entire time. You're damn lucky she didn't ram your head into a door frame!

And she didn't stop showing her love once you reached the room. A lucky person outside the residence did see your partially naked form pressed up against the glass, trying to hide your breasts as Trish railed first your pussy and then your ass from behind. You turned five different shades of pink but both your male and female minds were impressed as hell that Trish was able to get hard enough to take your much tighter ass while her seed was still dripping from your twat.

When she finally pushed you onto the bed so you could cuddle the two of you fell into a deep sleep, a sleep you were woken from thanks to Trish's tongue once again plumbing your depths. You could have complained but, of course, you didn't. When she finally made you cum she crawled up the bed, grinning from ear to ear and said words that nearly made you cum again: "Jane, will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

She put a finger to your lips and asked "Is this silly girl going to love, honor and obey me?"

You felt yourself getting even wetter and replied "Yes" before pulling her finger into your mouth and sucking on it.

From that day forward Trish asserts herself more and more. You don't really think of her as a dom, a master, mistress or any other title. But you rarely argue when she sets her mind to something. She never asks you to do anything really unreasonable, after all. She does listen when you say no - or at least once you say no enough times in a row. But most of the time, deep down, you find the ideas she comes up with sexy enough that you have a hard job resisting.

You have to admit, for example, that pink is a color that really suits you - even though you resisted wearing it for many months after becoming a girl.

You always tried to be quiet in bed - or elsewhere - afraid of letting the neighbors know what you were doing. But once Trish tells you how much she loves hearing your moans and screams you start letting your feeling out during sex. The neighbors must know what you're up to anyway. All the creaking from the bed and the silly grin plastered across your face next morning are decent clues after all.

You could have chosen to wear something more... formal to your wedding. But it was just filing some paperwork at city hall. And there's nothing in the law that says you have to wear a bra under such a thin shirt or panties under such a short skirt. And Trish did lay them out for you, so you know your love wanted to see you in them.

As your belly grows Trish allows you every bit of leeway as far as keeping it hidden at school, but once you come home it's always skintight clothes or loose fitting but sheer blouses. That's assuming she picks an outfit that even covers your tummy. You get used to the stares, the shock and occasionally the lust that your appearance causes during dinner or movie dates. You bottle up those feelings and draw on them in the night when Trish inevitably presses you to the window and takes you.

Funny thing is that your grades are better than they were when you were a guy. Your teachers are all surprised by your A+ performance, out of line with the lower grades supposedly from your former school. It might have something to do with the fact that Trish is merciless when it comes to your homework. Your own mother never had the ability to deny you sex if you didn't finish your homework, so how could you ever have been this motivated?

And oh, do you need sex. Perhaps the one male attribute you kept was your sex drive. And pregnancy hormones, enough for a set of twins, only add to that. When the idea of threesomes comes up it's you and not Trish asking for them. And Trish is happy to grant your wish. She has enormous fun getting you to locate girls that you're interested in. Her favorites are young girls who say they're lesbian, bisexual or 'done with men'. Those last ones are Trish's favorites, and you find that very few high school seniors or college girls who claim any of those things are willing to turn down a cock when it's connected to Trish.

You wake up in bed most mornings feeling very content - well, apart from a need to pee. If Trish is in the mood then you assume whichever position she desires and let her make you scream. Every morning, possibly after cleaning yourself up, you suck in a breath of Trish's wonderfully complex scent, rub your growing belly and wonder at what this new day will bring.