Set Days Pt. 3

I woke up feeling uneasy about what happened last night with Kyle. I got dressed and headed to the kitchen where Clea was already sitting at the table. She greeted me with a smile and asked how my date with Kyle went.

I hesitated for a moment before deciding to come clean with her. "It wasn't really a date, Clea. Kyle kissed me and I ended up giving him a handjob in the car. And he...he came in my mouth," I said, feeling a sense of shame wash over me.

Clea's expression immediately brightened up as she listened to my confession. "Oh, Jazmine! That's wonderful! You're really starting to embrace your femininity and sexuality. This is what being a woman is all about," she said, clapping her hands together.

I felt a mix of emotions - confusion, guilt, and frustration. I didn't want Clea to be proud of me for something I wasn't comfortable with. "But Clea, I didn't do any of those things because I wanted to. It's just...I felt like I had to, to keep up the act," I explained.

Clea's expression softened as she listened to me. "I understand, Jazmine. It can be difficult at first. But trust me, once you fully embrace your femininity, it will become second nature." she said, trying to convince me.

I didn't know what to say in response. All I knew was that I needed time to figure things out for myself, without Clea's constant pressure and influence. Clea's smile was beaming with excitement as she looked at me, almost as if she was proud of me.

"I am so happy to hear about your date last night, Jazmine," Clea said, setting her fork down on her plate. "It sounds like you really enjoyed yourself."

I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the guilt that was rising in my chest. "It wasn't like that, Clea," I said, my voice shaking. "I was just playing a role. I don't know if I can keep doing this."

Clea's face turned serious, and her eyes bore into mine. "Jazmine, you can't stop now," she said firmly. "You're doing so well, and I'm so proud of you. You're really starting to embody what it means to be a grown woman."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was Clea actually encouraging me to keep living as a woman? "But Clea, I'm not a woman," I said, my voice rising with frustration. "I'm a man. I can't keep pretending to be something I'm not."

Clea's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. "Jazmine, you are a woman," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You always have been. You just needed to find the courage to embrace it."

I felt like I was going crazy. How could Clea be so delusional? "Clea, I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice trembling with anger. "I'm a man. And I don't want to be a woman."

Clea's face turned cold, and she looked at me with a stern expression. "Jazmine, you will continue to embrace your femininity, and you will continue to please Kyle," she said firmly. "And you will continue to become one with Jazmine Jade. That is not up for discussion."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I stared at her. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I thought I was just doing this for the movie role, but now it seemed like it was becoming something much bigger than that.

"I don't know if I can do this, Clea," I said softly, feeling defeated.

Clea's expression softened, and she reached across the table to take my hand. "You can do this, Jazmine," she said gently. "I believe in you. And I know that deep down, you want to do this too. It's time for you to embrace who you truly are."

Later that afternoon, I sit on the couch in Clea's living room, feeling uneasy as she talks to me about my tuck kit. She tells me about a special kit that was made to be 100% realistic in terms of feel and looks. I listen as she describes how the fake vagina has a special lubricant that makes sure it's always slippery and how it's put on so that the cavity brushes against my penis, which would be pleasurable when penetrated. She also explains that it has a passthrough for when I need to pee and that it can be semi-permanently attached to my body.

I try to listen, but my mind is racing. The idea of having a fake vagina on my body is overwhelming. I never thought that I would ever consider something like this, but here I am, having a conversation about it. As Clea talks, I can feel my heart rate increase, and I start to sweat.

When Clea finishes, I sit in silence, contemplating the offer. Eventually, I give in and allow her to replace my existing tuck kit with the specialized one. I know I have to.

As she replaces my tuck kit, I can feel the fake vagina against my penis, and I'm surprised at how it feels even while she's just applying it. I'm amazed at how realistic it looks and feels, and I'm excited to see how it will affect my interactions with men.

Afterwards, I sit in silence, thinking about what just happened. A part of me is scared about the permanence of the kit, but another part is excited about exploring my femininity and what it means for me.

"I'm glad you decided to try it," Clea says, breaking the silence. "I think it will really help you with your journey."

I nod, still unsure about how I feel about the kit.

"Okay, now for the fun part," she said, reaching for a bottle of lubricant. "Just relax and let me show you what this baby can do."

Clea went into the kitchen and got a cucumber, and she promptly put a condom on it. As she inserted it into the vagina opening that was now mine, I felt a surge of pleasure shoot through my body. The specialized tuck kit was designed to stimulate my penis while also giving me the experience of having a vagina, and it was working exactly as intended.

At first, I was hesitant to let myself enjoy the sensations, still unsure about what it meant to experience pleasure in this way. But as Clea continued to use the cucumber, I couldn't help but give in to the pleasure, letting out a soft moan as I felt myself growing harder and harder.

For the next few minutes, Clea guided me through the experience, showing me how to use the vagina to achieve maximum pleasure. As I explored my new body and the sensations it was capable of, I felt a sense of liberation and excitement I had never experienced before.

By the time we were finished, I was covered in sweat and panting from the intensity of the experience. I had cum in the pleasure somewhere, and it was now flowing out of the vagina, seemingly where the passthrough was placed. For the first time, I had been fucked.