Joy learns about gender transformations

When I wake up it takes me several long moments to figure out where I am. I’m lying in bed. I’m warm, even though the covers only come up to my waist. There are arms around me. Big, strong, arms. I take a deep breath in and immediately recognize his scent. Bradley. When I realize where I am, it still takes me another moment to come awake, as I wonder why this feels strange. The recognition makes sense though… I’m waking up with someone in bed. Except for waking up a week or so ago in the middle of night as Bradley got out of bed to go home, I’ve woken up alone every morning. Even when I went to sleep with Bradley, he woke up before me and was in the shower.

Not moving, I look up at his sleeping face and feel a sense come over me. It’s a calm feeling. A feeling of being protected. Sure, Bradley has used me sexually, **** blow jobs and actual sex on me, participated in my intimate lessons, and joined in on the sexcapade games last night. He’s double teamed me with both Sterling and Montana. But looking back, even during his first interaction with me when he **** me to give him head, he’s always treated me kindly. Montana is a brute, not caring how I react to what he does as he thinks he knows best. Sterling is a program and follows it specifically to change my behaviors. The guys at the library just look at me as an object for sex. And even Atticus, he seems to be pushing me into accepting myself as a woman even though he knows I don’t want it. But Bradley, except for not knowing I’m really a man, has treated me with respect and honesty. He’s kind and responds to what I say and how I act.

I’m not sure if the feeling I’m experiencing could be called love. I still find it unimaginable to have love, romantic love, for another man. But, as I watch him sleep, I have to admit that it’s close to love.

With a huff of air, my mental way of moving away from these confusing thoughts, I kiss his chest and start to move down his body. When I’m face to face with his cock, lying soft and lazily over his thigh, I grip it and give it a long series of wet licks and kisses. I keep quiet as I feel him grow hard, only letting out a pleasured moan when he’s fully hard and I take him into my mouth to start sucking. I don’t specifically try to get him off as fast as possible, but I don’t try to lengthen the process either. Instead, I simply use my skills to please this man who has done so much for me. That’s protected me. After about five minutes I hear him clear his throat above me as I feel his hips rock a bit forward. I smile around his girth, realizing he’s awake but still not doing anything to take control of this act of sexual servitude.

I know it falls into their assumptions that women giving head are actually getting pleasure, but there is a part of me that IS happy doing this. It’s happiness from being able to please Bradley, but it could still quantifiably be defined as me receiving pleasure form orally pleasing a man. I don’t let that thought process bother me though and keep my work going, humming and moaning around Bradley’s manhood to give him a good morning soundtrack.

When I feel him swell up in my mouth, I realize I’m noting more and more signs of his impending orgasm. Yes, I feel his cock swell slightly and his body grow a little tense. But I also hear him take in a quiet, sharp, breath and hold it. I feel his hands clench into fists, which would be gripping my hair tighter if he’d taken a handhold of me earlier. I even recognize that his left leg kicks just a bit before I feel his balls tighten up and he grunts as he climaxes.

I keep him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around under his head to increase his peak as I suck and swallow down every drop of creamy cum.

When he’s calmed down, I lick his manhood clean before scootching back up in the bed to face him. I make no move to kiss him, as I never liked kissing a woman after she’d gone down on me, but it seems that Bradley has no such compunction as he cups my cheeks and kisses me long and passionately before murmuring “Good morning, Joy!”

The morning proceeds in its normal path after that. Shower, me going down on Bradley, him going down on me, dressing, makeup and hair, and breakfast. I have to alter just a bit when Kylan comes over and joins his dad for a morning meal but I up the eggs and sausage, easily accommodating him. After breakfast, Kylan goes back home to finish getting ready for the day while Bradley gives me a kiss and says he can’t be late again and heads into work.

Sterling comes down and sits in Bradley’s chair just as the door closes and I only hesitate a moment to continue the morning, kneeling before Sterling and giving him his morning post breakfast blowjob. Afterward we move into the living room and I strip down to my stockings, garter belt, heels, and panties while Sterling sets up my intimate lesson. He confirms what Bradley must have told him and sets a similar goal. He doesn’t use the spring, which my neck appreciates, but he does use his hand on the back of my head which forces me to move at his pace and not my own.

Once I’m finished and still aroused at watching myself go up and down that damnable dildo, I turn to Sterling and, hoping to get more done at the library, get him to let me give him head again. It does take the edge off having to watch myself give head in the mirror for half an hour, but I’m still noticeably aroused and wonder if my own scale of arousal is being raised up.

Once I’m done with Sterling, and have my clothes, makeup, and hair done again, I look outside and see that Kylan is waiting for me in the driveway. Our trip into the city is mostly quiet, but Kylan does mention that his birthday is the day after tomorrow. He emphasizes that he’s really excited to transition from being a boy to being a man.

I give Kylan a parting kiss on his cheek when he drops me off at the library and step in to find Montana. When I find him in his office, there’s no indication that he spent the last night at my house, getting served drinks and fed, and fucking me for hours on end. He notes that I don’t look as aroused as the previous day and says I can get right to work putting books back. I find the cart already stacked up and move into the library before finding a quiet aisle and taking a few minutes to organize the cart. Whomever set it up had a little organization as all the books were in order of author, but by simply putting them in order of area and their version of the dewey decimal system, I can cut my time walking around the library in half.

Even with the cart mostly full, and me occasionally avoiding areas of the library with customers or staff, I get done in only three hours. When I head back to the history section though, I find that it’s being cleaned by the janitorial staff. One glance from the three young men working on polishing the floor, seeing their eyes roam over my body like they were physically feeling me up, makes me turn around and head out of the history section. With a curse said under my breath I make sure to still use the library and move over to the gender studies area.

This is quite a bit easier to navigate as I’m not reading through hundreds of years of history. Instead, I’m just reading a little history on genetics, a little science on their DNA manipulations, and finally laws and regulations regarding using the gender swapping technology they’d received from the Free Union of Wester Nations.

The first thing I learn is that use of the gender transformation technology is incredibly rare, both male to female and female to male. While they are a little more generous on men transitioning to women, there are distinct rules that need to be followed for me to get transformed back to a man. First, I need consent. If I seek consent from a medical professional it requires a declaration from me, a six month stay in a gender dysphoria clinic, and a long series of evaluations. Glancing at the evaluations, it looks like I could pass them easily enough, but they’re specifically timed so it would take half a year at a minimum. Consent, however, can be quickened if I have two men to attest that I require the change.

That makes me sit back and wonder. I know I could get Atticus to agree to it. It might involve an argument and some professional disagreement, but he’d eventually agree. The harder part is a second man. I doubt I could get anybody here at the library to agree to it. I’ve presented myself as a normally hypersexual feminine person and it’d be a hard sell to change that and say that I’m a man. Bradley? He’s been close with me for these past days and acknowledging that I was born and raised a man would explain a lot of the behavior that he qualifies as me being a brat. He’s given me no indication that he bears me ill will or is directly seeking use of me for his pleasure. Unlike Montana who seems to revel in using me, or ‘pleasing me’ as he’d put it, Bradley seems to really care.

Just as I start to make a mental set of notes on how I’ll break this down for Bradley without admitting the full time-traveling truth of the matter, I feel a tap to my right shoulder. Looking up and to my right, my heart sinks as I see one of the janitors. “Hi Miss, we saw that you were in the history section earlier but haven’t seen you return up front. It’s been hours and you must be ready for some… um… help. We’d be happy to assist you.”

I see him glance to my left and when I turn that way I see the other two janitors, both with obvious erections in their pants.

I glance at the clock and see that it’s almost closing time. If I can just get past these guys, I can probably get home without having to debase myself like that with another new set of men. If I can avoid them, the worst that I might have to endure will be pleasing Sterling when I get home.

Looking at the men I see that they’re all relatively young. Maybe in their mid-twenties. Younger than even the rest of the library staff that used me at the front desk. It makes me wonder for a moment about the confidence of the men I’ve been used by. Bradley is the oldest and most experienced and his confidence makes the most sense. He had a wife and was with a woman for years. Montana never said he’d had a woman but he was older, more experienced, and obviously more educated than these young men. If it was anything like my time, he’d have the equivalent of a master’s degree. The other staff would likely have their bachelor’s while these three guys might only have a high school education. They might have never had proper education on women and likely never dealt with one directly.

Standing up I make sure my back is straight and my posture exudes confidence. I pick up the book and turn to the first man, smiling as I tap his chest and say with a bit of tease in my voice “Oh, I appreciate that. I really do. But I’ve been taken care of, and I need to get up front and check in with Mr. Colton. Maybe next time, boys!”

Without waiting for a reply or even a reaction I turn on my heel and head down the aisle toward my cart. I’d left about five books on it as I didn’t want it to seem like I was getting all the work done. Unless they were directly monitoring me, I want them to think that this took me all day so they wouldn’t assign me more work to do. Just as I’m pushing the car to the front of the library I turn and make sure the janitors aren’t following.

I have to suppress a laugh as I see them talking animatedly, all surrounding the one that had talked to me initially and that I’d tapped with my painted fingernail.

When I get to the front and park the cart where I’d found it, I find Montana and let him know I almost got done with the books. I lay it on pretty thick, playing into his nice but superior attitude, saying that I’ll get better with more practice. As expected, he patronizingly says I’m already getting better than he thought I would be and that he could make sure I’d be on book duty for at least the rest of the week.

I help clean up the front desk area until the library closes. Just as I’m about to ask Montana to get me a ride, I feel him slip a hand around my waist and start guiding me to the door. My earlier confidence bottoms out as I look up at him and ask what he’s doing. His answer chills me again, “Oh, I called your house robot and he said you should have another evening like last night. He said your friends can’t make it, but I got some extra help to join us.”

I see him look past me and call out “Okay gentleman, you have the address. Give it about a half hour, then come on over. Plan to have a good meal and be there most of the night.”

When I turn and see who he’s looking at my heart sinks even further. The janitors are happily talking with each other and going so far as to give each other high fives.