Brave the world

The next weeks passed in bliss, busy at work, running, dancing, practising feminine movements, masturbating ever so often. My hips got a bit of a swing when walking, I sat down with the knees closed and eliminated male movement after movement. I filmed myself and analysed every movement. I started to work on the voice, I was absolutely no base, so after a few weeks of practice, I started to get close to a deep feminine voice. On every paycheck, I set aside some money to enhance my wardrobe, and soon I had a nice collection of underwear, a few skirts, and blouses, the faithful green dress, socks and stockings. My selection of makeup grew as my confidence in applying the makeup grew. I tailored, probably without effect, to keep my waist slim and try to build up a bit on the chest. I found ways to hide my cock and create a smooth front. I felt ready to face the real world. I got home. I showered and shaved both face and body. I put on a set of white underwear, a padded bra with some extra padding, and hipster panties. I put on the makeup, only three attempts, hid the cock and balls. Put on the demi skirt and a white blouse with some ruffles, white socks with hears and a pair of neutral sneakers. Looked at my self in the mirror, whished I had some jewellery. My hair had grown long enough for a small ponytail, and I had bought some hair ties. With nerves almost painted on the outside I walked around the block. Almost closing the full circle I decided to push my luck, I walked over to a coffee shop I’ve never been to. The waiter addressed me as “miss”, I bought a latte, sat as far from the windows as I could and drank the coffee. I walked home and shuddered with relief and nerves when I got in, I had done it, I had faced the world as a woman, and the world accepted me.

I sat down and started to remove the clothing, shoes, socks, blouse, skirt. Sitting there in underwear my hands started to do the familiar movements, releasing my cock, fondling my breasts through the bra. Then a new desire or curiosity formed, how does it feel to be penetrated. My hands found my ass and started to explore. It didn’t feel quite right. I decided on a new approach and filled the bathtub. I laid back in the scolding hot water and restated the exploration of my hole. The water made me relax and lubricated a bit. My finger found the hole and started to massage the entrance. I expected my cock to raise, but it seemed more placid the more I explored the back and the hornier I grew. In the end, I could not hold my hands away, I wanked the cock with one finger deep in me. Just before I cum did I drop the cock only focusing on the hole. The orgasm seemed different, coming slower and from somewhere deeper.