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The light shining in the window woke me up. It took me a minute to realize I was in Tiffany’s bed and started to remember and replay the previous night in my mind. Her right arm was hanging over me as she spooned me. I could feel her perky breasts against my back. My cock was sticking out of the crotchless panties I was wearing. The lace was stiff from the dried cum all over. I still had a wig on, but it was out of place from sleeping with it on. I didn’t want to wake Tiffany, so I lay still for a little while. When she finally stirred, she said, “Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?”I answered, “Like a baby, girlfriend. Last night was so wonderful. You’re the best.”“Does that mean you’ll stay the weekend?”I quickly thought of what I might have to do since I only planned on being here last night. Then I thought to myself, what could be better or more important than this. I replied, “Yes, of course I will. But I must go home Sunday night so I can log on for work on time Monday morning.”She assured me, “No problem, Sweetie. We can have breakfast, get cleaned up, dressed up, and go out for the day. It will be so much fun. How about a little sixty-nine to get the day started?”In her usual self, she didn’t wait for an answer. She sat up, rolled over on top of me, moving herself down my body until her mouth was on my cock. This placed her cock, hanging out of her crotchless panties, over top of my face as I now lay on my back. I could feel the warmth of her mouth as she pushed her lips over my soft cock. I reciprocated by opening my mouth, raising my head slightly, and taking her already hard cock between my lips. Although this was the second time her cock was in my mouth, it was the first time I was actually giving a blow job in my life. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her down on me. The tip of her cock was at the back of my mouth, pushing at the entrance to my throat. I wanted to take more of it, but I wasn’t sure if or how I could. There was something magical about having her cock in my mouth, almost the same as having it in my ass; I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more of it. At the same time, she had most of my dick in her mouth. Her lips were moving up and down my shaft. When it seemed like she was all the way down on me, she would push a little harder and I could feel myself entering her throat. Her lessons on observing women began to take over. I started to copy her movements. I used my arms to pull her into my mouth. This time when she was at the entrance to my throat I squeezed my arms around her as tight as I could while I tilted my head back. Without warning, her cock pushed into my throat. There was an instant feeling of accomplishment. I didn’t know it was possible to enjoy oral sex from this side. The intimacy was amazing. I felt joined to her.Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t breathe. I pushed her out of my mouth in a panic as I gasped for air. It took a few moments to regain my composure. My mind went back to the feeling in my own cock as I felt how hard and wet I had become. I wanted to give her the same feeling she was giving me. Once, again, I pulled her cock into my mouth as I prepared to take her in my throat. This time she seemed more wet and slippery. This time I knew what to expect. This time I took a deep breath before I pulled her cock into my throat. It slipped in much easier than the first time. I moved my head up a little taking it down my throat until her balls were smothering Escort Side my nose before bobbing a few short strokes, then I shifted my head back, releasing her from my throat while still keeping her in my mouth so I could take a breath. I could feel my own cock being pulled into her throat during this breath break. It felt so good. I waited until she let up before I took her back down into my throat. We were like a see-saw as one cock went down a throat and the other came up. She was becoming more wet and slippery with each cycle. We both grunted back and forth at each other with our full mouths. Both of us had our arms wrapped around each other’s waist to pull ourselves into the other. It was an amazing experience as we satisfied each other simultaneously. The tension kept rising beyond what I thought possible. I wanted to hold back to make sure Tiffany came around the same time as myself, but I was ready to explode.My grunts were becoming higher pitched. She began to almost whimper. Her grip on me tightened as her legs tensed up. I took a deep breath and held her in my throat as she did the same. I could feel her balls pulse against my nose followed by her cock pulsing in my throat as she began to pump her cum directly into my stomach. I became so excited that I exploded into her throat seconds later with such intensity that I could feel my own balls recoil.I could feel the tension relax in both of our bodies almost immediately. I pulled back a little so I could breathe while keeping most of her cock in my mouth. While I knew she came, I really couldn’t taste it like I did last night. I felt so content lying there with her cock in my mouth as it began to soften a little. Softly, I sighed out, “Mmmm.” She responded with the same.After several minutes, we had both softened, almost shriveling. I slowly pulled my lips from her cock. She lifted herself up, letting my cock slip from her mouth. Then she turned around, lying next to me, and gave me a huge kiss on my lips. “That was awesome, Sweetie. What a way to start the day.”We got out of bed and took a shower together before I dressed in the new jeans, blouse, and bra we bought last night at the store along with a lacy thong from her dresser and breast forms. Then, she sat me down in front of the vanity and showed me how to make up my face with the new cosmetics we purchased. Finally, she finished with another wig from her closet while saying, “You should let your hair grow out. It’s a lot better than wearing a wig, you know.”After changing the sheets, cleaning up, and eating breakfast, we decided to go to the park for a while. Tif said it would be a good opportunity to go out in public to practice walking and, maybe talking, with minimal risk. This time we took my car and I drove. She was right; I was comfortable at the park. We walked for quite a while. I was wearing flat shoes and increased my confidence and look in walking. We said hello to a few people we passed on the walking path. I was so excited being out in public in the middle of the day. Once we even passed two young men who turned and looked at us. I thought I was going to melt.“Well, are you feeling more comfortable?”I answered, “Yes, I am. I can’t thank you enough.”Tif responded, “Good, let’s step it up another notch. We’ll go to a bar tonight wearing dresses.”Damn, I thought to myself, every time I reach a comfort level, she takes me out of it. I have known her less than a week and manavgat escort she has changed my entire life. Although, I had to admit, it has been the best week of my life and I was probably heading in the same direction anyway. I’m sure it would have taken me ten years to get this far on my own. I took her hand and gave her a big smile.When we got back to her apartment, we went to her walk-in closet and she picked out a skirt and blouse for herself. She said it would be a good chance for me to wear the skirt we bought at the store the night before. We both stripped down to our bra and panties as she asked me if I wanted to wear stockings tonight. I replied to her, “I don’t know. I’ve never worn stockings. What do you think?”“Well, you have beautiful legs, but they are quite pale. Let’s get you a pair of thigh highs. They’re easier for going to the bathroom and they feel sexy. I know you’ll like them.”As always, she was right. I loved the way they felt on my legs. She handed me my blouse as she said, “You have to button it yourself this time, Sweetie.” She put on her stockings, skirt, and blouse while I was still buttoning the left-sided buttons. “You’ll get better at it over time,” she chuckled.When I finally finished with the buttons, she held my skirt out so I could step into it. She pulled it up, tucking in the blouse under the elastic band. It was such a thrill. I felt so exposed. There would be no hesitation stepping outside tonight. We both sat down at the vanity.Tif said, “You have to keep working on your make-up. It is important for women and critical for us gurls.” We spent almost an hour as she showed me, again, step by step. She had me brush my wig while it was on so I could learn how to touch it up when we were out. Then, she went to her big jewelry box and picked out two bracelets, an ankle bracelet, and a cute little necklace. “We must get your ears pierced soon, Sweetie. How about tomorrow? It’s quick and almost painless.”I replied, “We can talk about it in the morning.”“Okay,” she said. “Are you ready for shoes?”She went into the closet and came back with heels. I was hoping they wouldn’t fit, but they did. They looked good as I stood up, but it was clear that I would be practicing walking all over again. Tif advised me, “Walk like you’re standing on your toes.”I walked around her apartment while she was getting herself ready. While the heels felt feminine, they were surely a challenge to master. Tiffany yelled out to me, “The sound of your heels are as important as the look of your walk, dear. It can be a dead giveaway.” She’s never short on advice, I thought to myself, but I quickly understood as I now paid attention to the clacking they made.As I continued to nervously walk around the kitchen, I heard Tiffany walking in. She not only looked sexy in heels, she sounded sexy in heels. “Calm down, Sweetie. You’re going to be fine. Let me pour you a small scotch. Have I let you down yet?”I smiled, walked over, and gave her a big hug. “No, you haven’t let me down. I’m so thankful to have you as my BFF.” As we sat and finished our drinks, Tif said, “We need to find a name for you. I can’t very well call you Shawn when we’re out tonight. Do you have any choices?”I thought about it for a few minutes, running a list of girls’ names in my mind, before suggesting, “How about Katrina?”Tiffany responded, “I like that. It’s a pretty name, Sweetie.”I had to ask, “By the way, alanya escort bayan Tif, what is your real name?”She answered with an embarrassed expression, “Thomas.”We both laughed. I didn’t say any more.Tiffany picked out two pocketbooks from her closet. She put the small purse with my license and credit card in one of the pocketbooks along with lipstick, make-up, a hair brush, and a mirror. Then, she put some things that I couldn’t see in hers. She locked up and we walked out to her car as I continued to work on my walk with heels. “Don’t forget you’re wearing a skirt, Sweetie. Get in the car like a lady.” I had to think about that a little. So I watched Tif and followed her lead. I pulled my hands under my skirt and sat sideways in the seat. Then I swiveled around, keeping my legs closed. Another gurl lesson learned.We stopped at a convenience store and got some cash from the ATM machine since we could have trouble using our credit cards in person. She said she knew an LGBT bar about thirty minutes away. It seemed like a nice place when we pulled in. We sat down at a table and ordered drinks and a large sampler appetizer as we had yet to eat anything since breakfast. There was a large walk-around bar across the room, a dance floor in the middle with a stage at one end, and high tables on the side we were sitting. There were subtle hints of its LGBT theme all over.Tiffany said, “Bar food is my downfall. I love it in spite of it being bad for me and my weight. We may have to dance some of it off when the band comes on, later.” It seemed so natural and comfortable having dinner and drinks, as we enjoyed the evening. I almost forgot I wasn’t actually a woman. Tif stood up as she said, “Let’s go freshen up, Sweetie.” I’ve heard women say that a hundred times, but never really understood it. “Don’t forget your purse,” she reminded me, another habit to be learned. I grabbed my purse and followed slightly behind her, studying her walk carefully.We walked into the ladies’ room, where there were two couples at the sinks looking into the mirrors. I wondered if this was normal or because it was an LGBT bar. Tiffany stepped into one of the stalls. I took her cue and stepped into another. Her timing was good. I really did have to take a pee. I pulled my thong down and my skirt up before sitting on the toilet. The thigh highs were a good idea. It was as easy and convenient as standing up and taking a leak, but much more sexy. I never thought I could get excited taking a pee. Tiffany yelled from her stall, “How we doing, girlfriend?”I knew it was in my best interest to respond. “Great,” I replied in a subdued, yet high-pitched voice.When we were both out of our stalls, she took my hand and led me to the sink. We washed our hands and then she touched up her hair and then mine. I felt like she was my mother before sending me off to school as she examined my face and clothing. There was another couple doing the same thing next to us. One of them commented to Tif, “I love your shoes, dear. They go well with your dress.”Tif replied, “Thank you. It’s hard to believe I only paid twenty dollars for them.” Everyone smiled.When we returned to our table, the waitress was removing our plates and asked if we wanted another drink. Tiffany ordered two more for us. The band was setting up on the stage. I was getting a little nervous at the thought of trying to dance in high heels. I wasn’t much of a dancer in the first place.The bar was filling up and it was becoming more apparent that it was a “friendly” bar. There were pairs of men and women everywhere. They were all busy with each other, restoring my comfort level as we seemed to blend in with the entire crowd. Once the band started playing, the dance floor quickly filled.