Female to Shemale…This all happend the summer when I had my 19th birthday. It started with my boyfriend: -Ooh yeah… You feal tighter every time! -I do? -I’M CUMMING!!! I felt his 5″ dick hitting deep in me while cumming.
I wasn’t very impressed by his preformance. We had been fucking for 4 months, but he still hadn’t made me cum. It was frustrating, always having to pull out my dildo after he had left! Anyways… He was lying in my bed next to me, breathing slowly. I asked him if I really was tighter, but he wasn’t shure how to respond: -It’s probably just me, but you are feeling kinda tighter… This made me ask myself a lot of questions. Wasn’t I required to use more lube before using the dildo than earlier? Yes. Hadn’t my boyfriends dick felt bigger lately? Yes. Wierd…
Later that week, after another conversation with my boyfriend about me getting thighter, I went to a friend of my father who was working at the hospital. First he did a regular check on me before he asked what that “thing” I had mentioned earlier was. I explained as best as I could without making him (or myself) too uncomfortable. He didn’t have an answer or solution, but he gave me a thing that could measure my lenght and width when streched out to the max. He told me to call him if something wasn’t as it shoult be. I walked right home and tried it. It was actually making me really hot! Especially the thought about a doctor giving me a free toy! I measured myself after lubing it up, and wrote the numbers on a paper. Now it was just to wait… One week after the first measuring I measured myself again. I slid the wet pole up my pussy, and looked at the numbers on the side. I’ve never been freaked out as much as right then. The numbers was halfed. My vagina was shrinking! I jumped on the phone and called my doctor, but the receptionist on the other end said that he was away on a one week holiday. I put the phone down and looked at myself. Tears was dripping down from my red eyes. By the time he got back my pretty little pussy would be less than an inch deep. The days that came was just a blur for me. I didn’t habe sex, I didn’t talk to anybody in person (I lived by my self in a little apartment) and I didn’t measure myself again. Not until Saturday evening. It was my birthday, but I hadn’t celebrated it in any other way than getting drunk. I looked down on my pussy, and saw that only my outer vaginal lips where left. It wasn’t hard to see that I would have as much success putting anything in there, as winning the paralympics. I wasn’t frightent, just disguised by myself. I was no longer a woman. After that day I dind’t look down there in several days. The only thing on my mind now was to move on without any sexual life. Boy was I wrong!
Three weeks after my pussy dissapeard I dared to look down there again. The sight was definetly not whath I was expecting. Where I thought it would be a flat surface, a penis had emerged. I was so overwelmed by this that I almost fainted. I sat down on my bed and looked at it. I almost felt like I do when I see a newborn baby. It was that feeling of watch something you had created. I slowly stroke the penis and felt it getting hard. I wasn’t shure how much to expect. I had seen the penises on shemales before, and they often times never even got hard. But that wasn’t a problem I had, thats for sure! My penis was growing and growing and when it stopped, I thought I’ve never seen a penis this big! I got my ruler from the desk and measured the length. 8.5″! That wasnt just big. That was huge! It was 3,5″ longer than my boyfriend’s. -This isnt ‘t happening, I thought to myself. But it certanly was. The next day I was thinking of who I should tell. I had alredy broke up with my boyfriend. I didn’t tell him whath happend, only that something happend, and I couldn’t see how we could still be together. My first thought was to call my doctor, but he would probably make a big deal out of the whole situation, so I didn’t call him. Just when I started thinking again, my dad called. I hesitated for two seconds, but I came to the solution that he would think it’s okay. I picked up the phone: -Good morning darling! I’m sorry for not calling you earlier, but I’ve been… -Dad, I need to see you! Correction: you need to se me! -Is something wrong honey? -I’ll be at your house in half an hour! I put the phone down slowly. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure about telling him, but there was no way out now. Half an hour later I parked my car outside my dad’s house. I was wearing extremely tight leather tights, a top that was one size too small and high heels. And no bra. Why I was wearing this, I don’t know. It just felt right. I rang the bell, and ten seconds later my dad stood in the door with a concerned expression on his face. -Is everything all right, dear? he asked me while stepping aside, and letting me in. -No it isn’t, and yes it it, I said as I walked into his kitchen. It actually looked nice, considering the absence of women for the past three years. -Dad, I got a penis. The look on my dads face was probably one of the looks you would call priceless, but I wasn’t in the right mood. Slowly his face turned a little red as he blushed. -I’m not sure exactly…