1. Changing Realities (Part 5)


    Date: 6/27/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Body modification, Female solo, Lesbian, Masturbation, Trans, Author: HunterRDF, Source: sexstories.com

    ***Author's Note: Please go back and read the other four parts in their entirety, as this doesn't really do well as a stand-alone. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. P.S., I apologize for taking so long with this installment. I had an unfortunate incident at work when I basically crushed my right thumb in an air-powered press at work. It made typing a tad....difficult. I hope to write each part much quicker now that I've pretty much healed. Thanks for your patience. Chapter 9 Thoroughly dazed, I stumbled back to the bedroom, my vision clearing more and more with each tentative step. My mind was reeling. I questioned my own sanity. Was it really a dream or something that had actually happened to me? Had I fucked another man? Maybe this was the dream and I'd awaken with the beautiful Dao-Ming nestled in my arms. As I mulled that last thought I caught a flash of movement to my left. I froze, unsure what I should do. If I was really a woman there was no way I could fend off a determined attacker. Tremulously, I slowly turned my head towards where I had seen the movement. Fear made my breathing shallow, ragged little gasps. It was a mirror. The movement had been my own as I walked into the room. Relief flooded through me momentarily until it slowly dawned on me that my hope that this was the dream was nothing more than wishful thinking. What – more appropriately who – I saw staring back at me from the mirror chilled me to the bone. A stunning, raven-haired beauty with a lithe, ...
    well-toned body sporting large, firm breasts, without a hint of sag and capped with large nipples, over a flat stomach that flowed down to the barest smattering of hair just above the tightest pair of lips I'd ever seen (which wasn't really that much of a shock to me since most of the women I've known were well-practiced in the bedroom arts). The woman in the mirror turned slightly as I wondered what her backside looked like. Rounded and firm, it blended perfectly with the petite waist and flaring hips perched above long legs which were obviously strong while maintaining every ounce of femininity possible. My conscious mind was insisting “This isn't real. This isn't real.” to itself while my subconscious screamed that it was all too real. While my two halves fought each other, I began a cautious, more thorough, exploration of my new body than the one brief, but supremely pleasurable one, I had on my way to the bathroom. I cupped my breasts in both hands, feeling the heft of them. If I had to guess, I'd say they probably weighed close to eight pounds each. The nipples were very sensitive to touch, and as I gently tweaked them in various ways, they quickly hardened, standing tall at roughly three-quarters of an inch. Utterly spellbound, I watched in the mirror as I lifted my right nipple to my full lips, first kissing, then sucking on the nipple. I gave a muffled cry of delight when I flicked my tongue across it as I sucked. I lightly rolled my left nipple between my thumb and ...
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