Male - non toxic, but still going straight (more or less...)

You take a sip of your cocktail and look around your new favourite bar. You haven't been at your old places since you're a man again.

Pubs with sport running on TVs you didn't care for or strip joints known for lose girls. Haven't frequented a hooker either. You've learned your lesson, you're a changed man.

Sometimes you feel an ache deep inside - a longing to be the woman you were instead, but you shake it off. You were born a man, becoming a woman was a formative, enriching experience, but a man you want to be. The dreams of cocks you sometimes have are just remnant flickers of - a wild time in your life, that no one but you even remembers.

But what's left of it in your mind is still there, unchanged, dominant, determining your new life ever since. And you love your new life. What you learned about yourself was - embarrassing. Humiliating. Humbling. You were pathetic, weak, selfish. Outright misogynist at time. Certainly careless about anyone’s needs but your own, women's in particular. The man you are is a better person, including the confidence to admit that you love pink cocktails.

You push away the umbrella with your straw and take sip.

“What's a guy like you doing in a place lie this?"

And that. That is better too. You haven't been hit on by women - ever - in your old life. Not once. It happens to you quite a lot now, you exude another aura, you feel. Soft. ****. Malleable. Feminine.

It doesn't attract he type of women YOU went for on your old life – but those you barely ever got. And when you did, the experience usually went unpleasant, for you only got them by pretending to be something you weren't: strong, dominant. You tried to imitate it, but you know now it came across as pushy, arrogant, pathetic. And only the most gullible women fell for it. For a short while. Not longer than a night because in bed you never lived up to your act. Now – you’re real. Authentic. You. And the women who fall for That, know what they want and how to get it.

“Just enjoying a drink, Ma’am."

You easily slipped into calling women that. The women who are attracted to you are often older, always confident and in control. They tend to like it. So does she. She smiles. She's probably ten years older than you, and is proud of it – her make up accentuates her natural beauty but doesn’t try to make he younger, her dress is tight, hugging her curvy, womanly mature body. You lick your lips. You wouldn't have called her your type at all in your old life, but then you were a jerk who missed out on all the god things. You call her your type, now, for sure.

“A man with manners. I like that, little one. And with taste.”

She grins at your cocktail.

“I'll have one of these, too, and another one for my little friend!”, she orders.

“Thank, you Ma’am.”

“What's your name?"

You have finally suppressed the urge to call yourself Lexi a short while ago, getting used to your male name again took you Way longer than the other way around.

“Alexander.”

“What a pretty name for a pretty boy. “

You blush which makes her smile. You enjoy the sound of being called pretty. As well as boy from a woman like her. How you would have hated it before your change. She gives your her name…

“But you can keep calling me Ma’am, Alexander. I like the sound of it!”

You nod and take a sip of your new drink. So does she.

“Yummy.”

She eyes you as she smirks and says it, making you blush harder.

“So – I've seen you here a couple of times, but only recently. Did you move here?”

“No, Ma’am. But there have been some – changes in my life a while ago and I… kinda… changed my habits.”

“To feminine drinks at fancy places?”

She smiles.

“Among other things, yes.”

“To another type of women, too?”

You look at her wide eyed.

“I saw you get here a lot recently, I also saw you leave. You do have a type."

“I … I don’t really hit on women, Ma’am. They usually …”

“Pick you, I noticed. But that doesn't mean you have to accept their advances, huh?"

“Well. It would be rude…”

She chuckles.

“Na, na, Don't tell me you’re not enjoying the attention of older, confident ladies, hm?"

You blush and nod.

“Of course. Who wouldn’t?”

“Hm. Many of your fellow – ‘men’. Women who take the initiative, women who have left their 20s far behind, women who have a careerer and a successful life. Women who very likely have a bigger IQ and bank account than them... So many men are so easily intimate to have their fragile little egos broken."

You nod.

“I know…”

She nods, too.

“I think you do. Some changes you've gone through, hm?”

She strokes your cheek.

“I'm glad you have, you're a pretty little thing - and this attitude suits you.”

She leans over to you and puts a hand on your crotch.

“And I see my attitude is appreciated was well…”

She chuckles.

“Well. I think. It IS hard, isn't it?

“Y… yes, Ma'am.”

“I couldn't really tell… it’s…"

“Not very big, no Ma'am. I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

She laughs out loud now.

“Not your fault, but I do appreciate the apology. Doesn't matter, I can work with that. And honesty goes a long way. I've met so very few men with a realistic image of their own dick. It's refreshing.”

You blush with the praise.

“How about we go to my place and you show me what you got and I'll show you what do with it. And without it, maybe."

You nod and follow her obediently after she paid for the drinks. To her car, driving you to her place.

It's a big apartment, stylishly decorated. Can't have been chap, she’s making good money. No surprise. She sits down in an armchair immediately and without further preliminaries makes a gesture to your pants.

“Alright, get naked, show me what I got for myself.”

You do as told. Old you would have been intimated, shy, as your tough guy act couldn't have take you anywhere with her, but after being honest to her, you're on the same level. Won't have to bear her disappointment, teasing, scorn. You get naked in hurry and stand before her with an erection. She smiles.

“Not bad. A bit scrawny. And of course that dicklet… Well, as I said, appreciate the honesty. I hope a man with your - disadvantages has learned how to make up for it?"

She spreads her legs – she’s not wearing panties under her short dress and you nod. Eagerly, you go down on your knees and begin licking her. Her luscious moans cheering you on.

“Hmm.. that’s – really good. Excellent. Oh yeah. That’s the spot… Mh… that – maybe the best a man ever licked me. The only ones who known their way around there so well are usually women… where did you learn what a pussy needs, little one?"

You smile with your tongue between her lips. Can't really tell her you had a pussy yourself for a week.

“Practice makes perfect, Ma’am!”

You get back to sucking her clit.

“I guess it does, but then you’re the best practised man I know!”

She leans her had back and lets you do your work, which you do eagerly, diligently, selflessly. Your cock is as hard as it ever gets, but you’re not invited and wouldn't dare to demand anything so selfish as to have her take care of your tiny dick. You're happy between her thighs, caressing her as long as she likes.

And she likes it long. You make her come four times over the course of over an hour before she pats your head.

“Well done, very well, little one. Excellent!"

Her face glows with post-orgasmic bliss and you're sure yours glows too – servicing a woman's pussy you find more satisfying now than an actual orgasm. Giving a woman pleasure is a purpose so much nobler than achieving your own.

“That deserves a reward… Special reward for a special boy! I have no real desire to do anything with that dick of yours – I guess you hear that a lot.”

She giggles as you blush and nod.

"But you HAVE earned yourself a treat"

She takes your hand and leads you to her bedroom, opens a drawer and pulls out… She grins as she sees your face.

“Wow. What a talkative face you have. You have experiences with those?”

You nod.

“And you liked it, I gather from your expression?”

You blush. But nod.

Your reminiscing your week as woman never went so far as to make out with man, but this – the closest thing to it with a woman. You can't deny you enjoy. A lot.

“I knew a boy like you would appreciate it.”

She smiles. and without taking her dress off fastens the large strap-on cock around her hips.

“Do we need lubricant or can you take care of it yourself?"

You go down on your knees and start licking the pink rubber cock, sucking it, making it slick and glistening with your saliva.

“Thought so!”

She giggles as she shoves it down your throat, making you gag and produce more saliva to prepare it. She grabs your hair, throws you onto the bed, face down, ass up.

“Ready or not…”

You are ready, she spreads your cheeks and enters your ass. You moan, pant and grunt as she rams it deeper and deeper, all the way until you feel the rubber balls against your skin. It’s as good an imitation of the superior feeling of being filled you experienced as woman. You close your eyes. Moan and relax your sphincter as good as you can when he begins to fuck your tight ass ramming her rubber cock in and out, in and out, in and out. Your voice gets squeaky. Totally unmanly. You'd have been ashamed of yourself to make such noises in your old life during sex instead of masculine grunts and groans. But you don't care. She's on top in this one night stand and you enjoy being the bottom. So much. Your inner female is rejoicing to be taken and used like a sex toy. Your dick is rock hard, as big as it gets – so not very – as you feel the hard cock - twice as big as yours – pumping your bowels, and rubbing against your prostrate.

You close your eyes as the heat builds up in you, not from your cock, but from that spot deeper inside, and it finally sends a wave from right there in your insides to your balls. You squeal high pitched and shoot a load of thin, watery sperm onto Ma'am's bedsheets. Breath heavily in the aftermaths of the prostrate orgasm. Ever since you had your first a few weeks after tuning back into a man, you really began to enjoy this kind of more grounded, less peaky orgasm. It feels a bit like your female ones – not As good, but good enough to remind you of the good old days, so you have no particular longing for classical male fast shooting ones.

You feel a sharp pain as she slaps your ass.

“There. I knew we could get you there without having to bother with that tiny prick. Boys like you – honest about their disadvantage learn how to do that, am I eight?"

You nod, still out of breath.

“Thank you, Ma’am.!”

“Much obliged, my boy. Now get out, I have a business meeting early tomorrow morning. And I have to change the sheets before I go to bed… Hope you didn't expect breakfast."

She snickers.

“Of course not, Ma’am.”

You're used to it, strong women like her look for a toy for a night in you, usually, that they don't have to bother with in the morning. You get up, enjoying the gaping feeling of your ass as you put your briefs back on.

She gets up too, pulls you to towards her and kisses you. For the first time tonight. A special honour for a pick up from a bar, you’re aware. You feel her rubber cock rub against your flaccid Wiener and get a heat flush again.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, some day.”

“I’m at the bar often, Ma’am. Always ready to serve...”

She smiles and nod and sends you out of her apartment with a slap on the ass.

You walk home, smiling, your whole body glowing in post orgasmic joy. What a fool you used to be. So much better is your life since you learned to listen to your female side…

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.]