Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part four
by Caramel Black

I slowly entered the study with my hips swaying ever so gently, awaiting Devin’s reaction.

“Oh my God, I almost didn’t recognize you , “he exclaimed. “Damn, you look hot.”

I let out a long sigh of relief. He asked me to turn around and I pirouetted with as much grace as I could muster.

“I always knew you’d look beautiful this way, but I didn’t expect you to…”
“…You’ve thought about seeing me dressed like this?”
“Yeah, but, wow. Even your voice sounds different now. How do you do that?”
“This is my natural voice really. I’d speak this way all the time if I didn’t have to act so boyish at school.”

Devin rose from behind the desk and came within a few feet from me.

“I know I’m gawking at you, but I just can’t get over the way you look. Do you know there’s not a soul in the world who wouldn’t think you weren’t a real girl looking like this?”

I’d been dressing like this for a few years, but I never thought I could actually fool anyone. I was convinced that Devin really thought that I looked like a real girl and a pretty one at that. Yet, I was still so nervous that my legs were shaking.

“I have a confession to make, “he offered shyly. “I dress up and try my best to look like a real girl, too, but I could never look as good as you do.”
“What are you talking about? You look like a girl even when you’re trying to look like a guy.”
“Well, I’ve never tried to completely transform myself. I have brothers and sisters at home, so there’s not much privacy.”
“Would you like to try it now, Devin?”
“You’ll help me?”

“Of course I’ll help you, silly. Come with me,” I said, making my way to the bathroom off my bedroom. I turned on the bath and told Devin to take off his clothes.

“Oh my God. You’re going to see me naked.”

“Don’t worry about it, hon. If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, I’ll get naked, too. We’ve both seen other guys naked in the locker rooms, right?”
“Yeah, but not each other.”
“Are you beginning to have second thoughts?”
“Yes, I am. So we’d better get on with this before I change my mind.”

I bubbled the bath water and only glanced at Devin now and then as not to make him more nervous than he already was. I saw that there was no hair on his flat, hard chest and his precisely rounded nipples and areole were the prettiest shades of pink. His tiny waist tapered down to an enticingly wide set of hips. Although his penis was flaccid, it was longer and thicker than I’d imagined it would be, with a heavily-veined shaft and a bulbous, smooth-fleshed crown.

His legs were well-toned and long, ending in a trim set of narrow, dainty feet with the most adorable long pretty toes. I was dying to see Devin’s sizeable cock completely hard and I could feel his eyes on me as I peeled myself out of my dress, slipped out of my heels and paused for a few moments for effect before pulling my pantyhose down to expose my erect cock, which danced up and down lewdly once freed from its silky constraints.

When I was completely nude, Devin was too shy to really look at me directly. However, his cock was as hard as a roll of quarters, standing out from his loins and up toward his belly button as he stepped into the bathtub. Neither of us commented on one another’s naked bodies and Devin just smiled innocently as he sank into the steaming water.

I bathed him first with a soft cloth, then a loofah from the side of the tub. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and I broke it by jumping inside the tub with him and playfully splashing him with the bubbly water. He splashed back at me and we broke into a water fight, the two of us giggling and thrashing about like a wildly competitive pair of schoolgirls. The bathroom floor was soaked with water by the time we calmed down.

We got out of the tub and threw a few large, fluffy white towels on the floor, then entered my bedroom, our naked cocks bobbing this way and that respectively. Devin couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from mine at first, then looked lower down my body.

“You must be proud to have such a big one, he said.”
“I don’t really think about it, “I responded. I really haven’t had much use for it yet.”
“You will soon I think.”

As soon as I tried to search for Devin’s eyes, he looked away, his shyness driving me crazy with desire.

“Oh, really? Ya think so?” I asked, moving toward him until we were close enough to be kissing. Devin froze and stared into my eyes. As badly as I wanted to touch him, I wouldn’t risk scaring him off and held myself back.

“Have a seat on the bed while I get you something to put on, ” I said, struggling to regain my composure.

Inside my closet, I found a pair of one of my most feminine, strappy high-heeled sandals from Via Spiga for Devin to try on. When he slid his feet into them, I fastened the delicate straps around his tiny ankles and had him stand up in them. The height of the heels strained his calves tautly, stretching his long firm thighs and elongating the symmetrical orbs of his plump, protuberant ass. Looking downward, he said, “I love the way they make me look, but I don’t know if Ill be able to walk in them.”

“It’ll take some practice, ” I admitted. “No one’s born knowing how to walk in high heels.”

I put on an equally tall pair of heels to guide him around the house until he learned how to move about with a sexy little sway. Then we spent the next hour or so changing in and out of various sexy outfits, doing each others hair and makeup and posing before the mirror together. At one point, I just couldn’t seem to stop staring at Devin and began to think of him as her.

She, Devin, was wearing an ensemble of mine of black lace, including a waist cinch that laced up the back with four ribbons to hold up the stockings and matching thong which barely encased her cock and balls. The underwire bra created the illusion of a sexy, feminine cleavage and her pretty pink nipples peeked through the lace. Her narrow, pedicured feet were arched upward in black patent leather mules with tapering five inch heels.

All I had on was a lacy white LaPerla bra and panty set to show off my brown skin and a pair of five inch tall clear lucite platforms from Frederick’s of Hollywood. Devin had seen me in a variety of sexy outfits from my collection by now, but this one seemed to intrigue her more than anything else I’d worn. She became unusually quiet and somber and instead of looking at our reflections in the mirror, we found ourselves silently staring each other up and down.

The next thing I knew, I found myself staring into her cool blue eyes that sparkled as if made out of crystal. I was in a daze when she leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on my lips and then pulled back with her eyes full of question. She stepped away and brushed back a lock of hair that had slipped across her sweet, tender face.” I shouldn’t have done that”, she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

I reached out to her and pulled her against me gently. Her body was intensely hot and her heart was beating rapidly as I held her close. I moved a finger to trace the outline of her strawberry lips and she opened her mouth slightly with her eyes shut to allow my finger to slip inside and feel the wet heat of it. I leaned forward to kiss her soft cheek and said, “Don’t be sorry. I’m not. “

I then pressed my lips to hers and the passion of our kiss rose to sensuous heights that left us both gasping for breath. I opened the front clasp of my brassiere and slid out of it. Devin’s eyes, which so often found it easier to look away during intense moments were burning into mine as I continued to undress.

Gazing down at my bare chest, she used one of her pretty manicured fingers to run small circles around one of my jet black nipples and areola and then the other. They responded quickly to her touch, erecting fully as she kissed my neck and earlobes.

“I love your complexion,” she purred. It reminds me of caramel.”

My cock was straining against the snugness of my panties and I felt a strong sense of relief when I worked them downward to let it spring out into the open air. I clasped the base tightly to pronounce the thick veins bulging around the shaft, extending its normal length.

“Oh God, hon. I’m so hard for you,” I breathed.

“I did that to you? ” she asked innocently.

“Mmmm, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve never been so turned on before.”

“Can I touch it?” she asked.

I was dizzy from the wave of excitement that surged through me when she asked that. “Go right ahead. “It’s all yours.”

For the first time in my life, I felt another person’s hand on my sex. She caressed my cock gently and clear streams of pre-come began to flow from its tip. “You can squeeze it harder if you want to,” I offered and she did.

“This is so strange, “she said, staring mesmerized at my cock as she stroked its hard length. “I’ve never touched another penis before. In fact, I never even thought I would.”

“Is this a problem for you, Devin?”
“Well, yes, sort of. I cant believe we’re doing this,” she replied. “But at the same time, I know that I love it.”

She kissed my lips again while firmly stroking my stiff cock. When our kiss broke, I moaned, “Oh, that feels so good, honey. Amazing.”

“I could make it feel better if you want.”
“How so?”
“I could sort of lick it a bit.”
“Would you really do that for me?”
“You have no idea how much I’d do for you.”

Part 5 will be posted on Jan. 21st

The author Caramel Black is a sexy non-operative transsexual webmaster. She runs Carmel’s Tgirls, a blog with the world’s hottest crossdressers, transvestites, transgenders and transexuals with comprehensive website reviews. Visit Carmel’s Tgirl Blog: Caramel’s Tgirls