The time after

Julia took off the red dress she had worn that day and carefully placed it on a chair. Underneath, she wore tan tights that had become a second skin, and over those, delicate lace knickers that emphasised her new curves, pressing discreetly into her buttocks thanks to their Brazilian cut. This emphasised her rounded buttocks. She stood in front of the large mirror and looked at herself. Her body had changed, and this was noticeable not only externally, but also in her perception of herself. She admired her narrow waist, the gentle curve of her hips and the swelling of her ever-growing breasts — an image that she might have rejected in the past, but which she now perceived as aesthetically pleasing. She placed her hands gently on her hips and let them slide slowly over the smooth fabric of her tights, feeling the touch spread sensually throughout her body.

It was a moment of pure self-awareness, without haste or hurry. Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath as her fingers slid tenderly over the soft lace of her knickers. Even in the crotch area, where the last vestige of masculinity eagerly awaited her touch. She could feel the tension of the fabric clinging to her skin and hiding the little tail between her legs.

She pulled down her panties with care and attention. Made of thin material, the panties slid over her knees and floated over her high heels onto the floor. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself, wearing only pantyhose and high heels. Looking at her reflection, she realised that she looked great. There was nothing clearly visible in her crotch area that prompted her to touch it. However, her desire to touch this area was growing stronger. In the middle, where the little tail rested against her skin, the desire manifested itself with increasing intensity. Finally, Julia ran her slender hand with her long, red nails over it. She touched her crotch and stroked the little tail held back in the middle of the pantyhose, which looked like a little sausage without the testicles that had been removed. It was at this very spot that her little remnant of masculinity stirred. Normally, it wouldn't be noticeable, but in this sensual moment it stiffened, signalling to Julia that it wanted to be touched. Now.

Julia began to gently caress herself. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself. She found a sensitive spot that she had almost forgotten about. But looking at her new body in the mirror — with its curves, firm breasts, stockings and high heels — she wondered if it was time to pay more attention to this spot again. So she caressed the middle intensely, where her little tail had become increasingly sensitive. It was still held in place by the tights.

A strong desire and a great urge arose within her. It was clear that Julia was finding it difficult to resist. So she began very carefully. She ran her long nails over the spot several times, stroking the pantyhose and the little tail underneath carefully. The spot longed more and more to be caressed.

She gradually realised that she was longing for male hands again. She yearned to experience the touch of a man on her rounded, gentle curves; to be caressed from top to bottom; to have her breasts caressed by a man. Finally, with Erwin, she experienced what it felt like to be penetrated from behind by a man. She had never felt such desire before her orchiectomy. She sometimes wondered if it was right to let a man fuck her. But the lust and desire were so intense that she felt almost overwhelmed. Her little cock was so stiff from her imagination that it became visible through her tights. Her hand, carefully stroking it more and more intensely, increased this desire further. The urge to be taken from behind and fucked properly was growing stronger. But at that very moment, she was alone.

Julia was unsure whether she should go through with it, but she was **** to find out what it would feel like. She decided to explore what it would feel like to be taken by a man other than Erwin. Finally, she gently grasped the drawer in which she kept Anne's gift with her dainty fingers. It was a butt plug. It was rather compact in size, with a delicate, thin texture and a slightly thickened shape at the front. There was also a tube of lubricant in the drawer. As she carefully held the dildo, she noticed that her hands were trembling with excitement.

She opened the lubricant tube with the necessary caution. She began to rub a small amount onto the dildo, then placed it on the table, thicker side down. As she did so, she noticed that the urge to be touched between her legs was intensifying due to the stiff little cock held firmly in place by her pantyhose. She tried hard not to simply reach for it and masturbate as she used to when she had less self-control and would satisfy herself like a man would. Today, however, she had decided to do things differently.

Walking towards the drawer in her high heels further increased her arousal because with each step, she could feel the increasingly stiff cock in her crotch. It was held softly in place by the pantyhose. The view of her slender legs, rounded by the pantyhose and high heels, soon increased her arousal immeasurably. Finally, she reached into her handbag and took out a small pair of nail scissors. She stood in front of the mirror and cut a small hole in the back of her tights. It was just small enough for her to penetrate herself with her finger. She coated her index finger with gel and gently guided it towards her buttocks. She inserted it deeply and almost lost her mind with pleasure. Finally, Julia took the dildo from the table. She began to slowly insert the dildo into her bottom with light pressure. She had had little experience with Erwin in this area before. The stiff little cock in her pantyhose reacted immediately, becoming even stiffer with every centimetre of the dildo that penetrated her. The pleasure became increasingly intense and was finally almost unbearable. Julia let out a small gasp when the dildo was suddenly completely inside her.

The intensity of her arousal was beyond anything she had ever imagined. It was so overwhelming that it almost made her cry. The little tail in her pantyhose was so stiff that it almost burst. The dildo in her bottom was giving her a pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. In contrast, sex in her former life had been completely boring.

The dildo had a suction cup on its underside. Julia slowly and carefully turned her bottom towards the mirror. She gently moistened the suction cup with her tongue. Finally, she pressed it against the glass, where it stuck upright and invitingly. She moved carefully on her heels towards the glass, slowly and deliberately, letting the dildo gently penetrate her. My goodness, that felt great. She pressed her beautiful bottom more and more intensely against the mirror until the dildo filled her completely. It drove her almost crazy with lust. She took a deep breath. Then she moved forward carefully. And back again. Very slowly. Her lust continued to increase. Then she moved a little faster, building up momentum. This caused the dildo to pop out slightly before being pushed back into her anus by her body's pressure. Her lust rose immeasurably as the cock in her pantyhose grew harder and harder. Balancing on her high heels, she couldn't get enough of it.

She managed to move back and forth a few more times. The pleasure in her bottom became so intense that it almost overwhelmed her. With a silent scream, she climaxed. A wave of pleasure washed over her entire body, almost causing her to lose her balance in her high heels. She could do it front and back. Her erect penis throbbed as it did when she was a man, ejaculating without her touching it. The entire load ejaculated into her tights. At the same time, her prostate contracted rhythmically over the butt plug. This increased the intensity of the orgasm to an insane level.

Julia managed to move the dildo in her butt a couple of times, then collapsed sideways onto the sofa. The dildo was pushed out of her anus and stuck to the mirror. Completely exhausted, she pulled her legs up bashfully, now lying sideways on the sofa with her pantyhose and high-heeled shoes still on. The little tail remained hidden between her legs, everything wet with pleasure. She took a blanket, pulled it over herself and closed her eyes, leaving her shoes on. She had never experienced anything so fantastic before. Her new body held secrets that she urgently needed to explore further.

Then she fell asleep, exhausted. A little while later, she woke up, took off her tights, showered and went to bed. 'I need a man,' she mused.